Meat - Catch Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Is coming not alone, and is twittering.
I am saying:
could you repeat it please
because I cannot understand
what is being played

or perhaps better write man.
Please slowly write and distincly.

We like new meat - he smiled fatally.

And I to it:

It's no use. For ages, I am not eating pork or the pig
of similar hacked-up meat. I am not refusing myself
only a poultry. Fresh to the tooth - is good.

Go farther,
go farther, quickly.

Perhaps in this way, you will go down in history.
And to hope, you the have but the good trip.
Apart from that 'meat' (shop) beside.

And now - cheers - cheers - my dears! ! !