Dinner & Drinks

POETRY NEWS #4146
Date: 09/26/2012 at 08:40
From: Bluef Shayan'Kor, the Somnolent Wytch
To : Disciple Mystara Innagari, of the First Order
Subj: Dinner & Drinks

So What shall we dine on --
Lunalia and dog?
I know Hashani tastes are odd,
But some leave me agog.

The poor little bird's
just trying to deliver mail.
How can you be so cruel?
How can tastebuds so fail?

The meat is too rancid.
The feathers still attached.
If I didn't know better,
I'd think you'd been snatched

straight from the Crypt
dwelling beneath Theran's streets.
The beast that roams there
all hands, eyes, and feet.

You know, your intimate
knowledge of a man's body
could be so easily explained,
if she were your mommy.

Bianca, they call her,
her thick black fur hugging
a shaking, skeletal form
that could be your cousin!

Tongue lolling around
a wipe drooling jib--
The resemblance is uncanny,
she must be your sib.

Once upon a time she walked
the highway, like most harlots do.
I guess Shakira caught up with her
and then she got rid of you.

And who takes in weak winglings,
so oft double breasted?
The city in the forest,
where so many birds are molested!

Yes, the pattern is clear.
The history convincing.
But back to our dinner plans!
What will we be drinking?


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 607 AF.