Kudos to the most respected practitioner of American journalism, The USA Today, for exposing the lies and corruption behind an antiestablishmentarian group formerly known as vegetarians.
An unfortunate consequence to this news is that these wacko flexitarians feel the need to “come out” to me as “herbies.” Here’s one cuckoo poem I received rolled up in a scroll and stuffed inside the cavity of a ginger-apricot glazed cornish game hen.
Sleep, Dream of Meat
by Mademoiselle Legume
(Note: In the same meter and stanza format as Frost’s,”Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”)
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