A Poem of Cannibalism

I wrote another poem.

Hear about a man of Darfar, teeth filed, hands blackened with char,
Who fancied himself a gourmet. “I seek the best flesh,” he would say.
Numerous people he did eat, but couldn’t find the perfect meat.
A strongman, with biceps like stone, a runner, fastest ever known.
A fatty man, the size of a horse, a scholar, master of all discourse.
A lady whose beauty went unmatched, a scoundrel who left no purse unsnatched.
These meals only left him distraught, not one was the taste that he sought.
Then he tried boiling, grilling, and baking, any cooking style, he was making.
Dried in the sun, softened with a mallet, none of these quite satisfied his palate.
Soups, pies, desserts, and breaded with spice, fermented drinks, or chilled with ice.
From Stygia, Cimmeria, Aquilonia, Kush, Khitai, Zingara, Hyrkania,
Zamora, Kambuja, and Shem. Every land, he tried all of them.
They all were missing that perfect flavor, the ideal meat he could truly savor.
But some men come in a different form, abominations outside of the norm.
Werewolves and hyenas, serpentmen too, human fish or frost giants just might do.
But why should he stop feasting there? Why put a limit on one’s fare?
Apes, gorillas, and yetis stand upright, and other beasts have a similar height.
Bound to manflesh simply would not do, without confines, everything was new.
On to countless new tastes he could transcend. A cannibal once, gourmet to the end.

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Ah… hmm. I believe my choice of how I punctuated that section with the intent of instilling a certain rhythmic style made it misleading. That was meant to be a list of six different people. Reading it as only three was not how it was intended, but is somewhat amusing. I can’t take credit for that brilliance, unfortunately.

Bravo, bravo. {clap} {cheer}

…my…I just…

Yog approves.

-A magical Skeleton aapears and uses ice breath on the cannibal darfar male.-

-The magical Skeleton cooks the cannibal with the rarest spices and herbs.-

-The Magical Skeleton serves the cannibal to his love ones and friends.-

-The tribe was feed for another day. Thee End.-

I’m 2 months overdue with reading this, but this was pretty good :smiley:

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Well, better late then never, plus it got a fancy live reading on stream. :smile:

Did you see my other two poems?

A Poem of Pirates
A Poem of Fools

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I haven’t, actually, but thank you for sharing them!

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