my office-mate Kate
she winces at seeing a cat
run over on the road
and is sad for days;
but gentle and kind as she is
she loves skin-naked turkeys
and plucked and bare chicken
she selects at the supermarket;
and she prepares them
and stuffs them with tender-loving care
to conjure decorated dishes
that will win her praise
and that will make her days
Very true for a lot of us, Raj. I wonder if Kate would eat her naked chickens if she saw the way they are reared and killed...... Fran xx
haha very true we feel sorry for animals yet eat them. What an irony! nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice satire...........!