Venison Poem by Nicholas Spandrel
Venison
ah the taste of the deer's blood in my mouth,
the texture of the meat,
how salty the blood is,
how perfect its horns are for toothpicks,
where will my next meal be,
i will never know,
for i have felt the taste of venison,
i now have a taste for Deer,
Delicious Deer hearts and Steaks.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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