I know I’m stretching the link to Valentine’s day now, and this poem has an extremely tenuous link but just go with me for one more week.
This is not quite a love poem. It’s a poem about love gone wrong. It’s about several men who fall in love with meat. Sadly, it’s how some men seem to view ‘love’ these days anyway.
My simple brother Jack caressed
A juicy, dripping chicken breast
And tender lure
Resistance: Hard at best
But watch my cousin John appoint
This governor: A gammon joint
A sumptuous feast
Of scrumptious beast
But tell me, what’s the point?
Then lastly, Uncle James has wed
A sirloin steak, cooked rare and red
So soft and sweet
His lawful meat
He’s taken it to bed