
Eating the Pig By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
Then two young men, who cooked him, carry him to the table on a large square of plywood: his body striped, like a tiger cat’s, from the basting, his l ...
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Then two young men, who cooked him, carry him to the table on a large square of plywood: his body striped, like a tiger cat’s, from the basting, his l ...
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In the steamer is the trout??? seasoned with slivers of ginger, two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.??? We shall eat it with rice for lunch,??? ...
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Dew: I’ve forgotten. Naked: I’ve forgotten. Wrens are small, plain birds, yarn is what one knits with. Knowing it wasn’t ripe or sweet, I didn’t eat b ...
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From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward??? signs painted Peaches . ...
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The big room is coloured like the petals Of a great magnolia, And has a patina Of flower bloom Which makes it shine dimly Under the electric lamps. Th ...
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This strange thing must have crept Right out of hell. It resembles a bird’s foot Worn around the cannibal’s neck. As you hold it in your hand, As you ...
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There was a young lady of Lynn, Who was so uncommonly thin ??? That when she essayed ??? To drink lemonade She slipped through the straw and fell in.
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I eat my peas with honey; I've done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, But it keeps them on the knife.
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Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing— Wasn't tha ...
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A peanut sat on a railroad track, His heart was all a-flutter. The five-fifteen came rushing by-- Toot toot!???Peanut butter!
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Something like the body of the poet’s work, with its pale shadows, begins to pare and replace the poet’s body, and isn’t it time?
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Comes the time when it’s later and onto your table the headwaiter??? puts the bill, and very soon after rings out the sound of lively laughter— Picki ...
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The tipped wine poised at the brim is the beginning of the bad girl she’ll promise never to be again tomorrow, who can taunt him now to prove he doesn ...
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It seemed those rose-pink dishes??? she kept for special company??? were always cold, brought down??? from the shelf in jingling stacks,??? the plates ...
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Farewell to the starlight in whiskey, So long to the sunshine in beer. So so long to God in a bottle, To the lies of rum and vermouth.
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