she sells veg at

a market stall

red raw flesh is not her bag at all

shuddering at

a carcase hung

spring lambs slaughtered far too young

inconsistent,

she likes my meat

licks and sucks and chews it neat

often rare if

I worked away

then it hardly leaves her mouth all day

when it's overdone

meat makes her sore

but ointment brings her back ...

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round every corner's a food bank

but what about people like me?

my table creaks with provisions,

I'm never short of salmon for tea

its a love bank my heart needs

somewhere to nourish my soul,

fill my breast with fondant fancies

its been far too long on the dole

I dream of hot charitable staff

eager women dressed to kill,

piling my basket with promise

red ...

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butchery cuts it for Ruby,

well known for her brisket,

who gave men a wide berth

for she didn't like to risk it

offal unresponsive, so she

fondled the odd carcase,

pined for sheep's eyes to

tenderize her pining ass

Ted sold her pork products,

poor Ruby was easy meat,

his pies and sweetbreads

just swept her off her feet

his pig's trotters stumbling

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