Humans, or: Sacks of meat

A 'Daisy Chain' poem Walking sacks of meat, Meat, tender and soft, Soft like eggs, I would think; Think about our many vulnerabilities, Vulnerabilities no other creatures share; Share your personal reflections and learning; Learning over generations sets humans apart; Apart from that, what traits are there? There are our thumbs, opposable and long, Long,… Continue reading Humans, or: Sacks of meat

On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe

A limerick Gordo gorged on meat when angry or nervous and could not bear slow restaurant service. Once, ol' Gordo ordered a whole cow - when the staff balked, he shouted, "Now!" On the hoof, the cook cried, "God, preserve us!" d'Verse prompt: Bon appรฉtit food poetry At d'Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about… Continue reading On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe