I wake to the smell of roasting meat.
Before I knew what was going on, my mouth was watering from the smell.
Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it.
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees.
Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner.
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat
My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor,
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”
Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it.
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees.
Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner.
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat
My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor,
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”

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