Wednesday 10 November 2010

The Beast Within

As it wakes from deepest hibernation,
The beast hungers with thoughts of mastication,
Upon a small, hard bodied foe it does feast its eyes,
Through-out the lands it is heard in battle cries,
As the early morning sun sits low,
The beast confronts its foe,
Like an unstoppable force the beast lifts its foe high into the air,
Swiftly dropping it down on its side splitting right in two there,
With the fire still smouldering from the night just past,
It’s foe defeated It laughs how his foes demise was fast,
The flesh of the defeated cooked and ready to eat,
The beast wraps it up in a blanket made from flour – made from wheat,
Salivating profusely and unable to control its hunger,
This morning meal will soon be no longer,
As the beast’s mighty jaws close down,
They plough through the soft blanket of white bordered in brown,
The teeth pierce the centre of what was once it’s adversary,
Releasing a yellow-amber blood of very low viscosity,
True to the beasts nature it wipes the blood from its chin,
Hands dripping he put them to his mouth and licks them cl’n!
It’s foe now devoured and the beast satisfied,
The calm of the beast now rectified,
As the beast left it could be heard to say,
“Without a fried egg sandwich I just couldn’t start my day”!

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