For Stan
Like eggs for breakfast, I believe.
Conversely, bowls of soggy grain
Are apt to cause the soul to grieve.
We're herbivores by heritage,
The fossil scientists have said,
So we should thrive on leaves and berries,
Spuds and beans and loaves of bread,
But when I've eaten only those,
I hunger still, and moan and beg,
"May I receive some protein, please,
A sausage; failing that, an egg?"
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2013-03-18 at 15:19
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Carnivore
Nothing cheers the waking soulLike eggs for breakfast, I believe.
Conversely, bowls of soggy grain
Are apt to cause the soul to grieve.
We're herbivores by heritage,
The fossil scientists have said,
So we should thrive on leaves and berries,
Spuds and beans and loaves of bread,
But when I've eaten only those,
I hunger still, and moan and beg,
"May I receive some protein, please,
A sausage; failing that, an egg?"
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 26 times
Written on 2013-03-18 at 15:19
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