I went to the
Blood swamped
Sausage plate
The one with knobbly knees
I fell onto a platter
Started to fry
Till they realised I was
The human being
I was washed
With the salad
Tossed and turned
Dressed in an olive oil
They placed me on the grill
Till I shrieked in pain
Cos my tunic of truth
Was revealed
They unwrapped me in haste
And my body replaced
With a hoard of pigs’ guts
Wrapped in a sausage
I said, ‘Sorry piggies
You don’t deserve this!’
Then cooling my
Scorched body
In ice packs and water
I took my chiwawa and left