Blest be the loaves
Which gave thee sight to hear
My song of culinary magnificence.
Oh balsamic jus!
Drenching the prosciutto
And its latticed asparagus spears
With its bittersweet inky viscosity.
Oh porcine portion!
Pungent with odours of the gorgeous East;
Herbs aromatique de Provence
And menthe...that je ne sais quoi!
Oh lemon pie, thou torte of tarty tingles
Dancing like a thousand giraffes
Through my buds of taste -
Pirhouette on your gravelly base.
Oh chesse, oh kase, oh fromagerie!
Flavoured lard I sing my praise to thee!
Congratulate the oaten vomit
which gushes after the gorging.
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