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Duddyfunk?

 

Enough I sit here prude

Without a duddyfunk

 

And dare to be quite rude

 

(My heart's too much a maze

Amidst midmorning's phase):

 

Indeed, there be works here,

I fear it's more than clear,

 

That do forge health food,

If I may so allude;

 

Others be but junk.

 

(duddyfunk: a New England

pie made of beef or lamb

or venison, with salt pork

and ground cloves included

for an overkill by smell

and flavor (fore- and aftertaste)

of a gentle, too sensitive,

vegetarian tongue

 

here: posted at this Neopoet site)

 

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Arthur Tugman

18 years 5 months ago

Pie

Love this pie. I just learned a new recipe