Inspired by Drew’s poetry contest @ The Tattooed Book Geek, here’s a fine piece of poetry by yours truly!

An Ode To Sausages

A sausage is no longer a sausage
when it has shed its skin
Inside out, outside in,
where does the meat begin?

Chopping and grinding,
into the sack it goes
The animals’ woes
any way the wind blows.

As the heat cranks up, 
and it starts to perspire
With the fullest desire
lord, that sausage’s on fire!

Chewing and swallowing,
while grease trickles down my lower lip
Please hand me the official pink slip,
because I like my sausage with a creamy white dip.