GHOUL-LASH STEW
One cauldron heat to,Two hundred degrees.
Gas mark six.
Take one nail of the dragon,
Powdered down of cause.
The hairs from flared nostrils,
Of any pedigree horse.
The fang's of a vampire,
To give it some bite.
One side of a hippopotamus,
That's been laughing all night.
The eye from a cyclops,
That's loving and true.
( If you can't find one,
Fifty dried batwings Will do).
Barbecued shrimp ribs,
For my centipede toast.
How I do love making,
My Ghoul-lash stew.
Next year I think I'll make,
My dragon tongue soup.
With my buffalo baked,
Blackberry bread.
To give the kids a treat,
Tarantulas dipped in sugar,
To give them something
Nice to eat.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-10-14 at 00:31
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