The House of Meats

A gingerbread house made of meat and stuff

Lost in the woods
for days on end
traveling far and wide

A step to the north
or was it the south
still so hopelessly lost

Though far in the bushes
I see something strange
a gingerbread house of sorts

It looks kind of weird
there's no candy canes
or even a chocolate stack

It seems to be made
of some kind of meat
or red beans & rice and such

It's such a weird sight
but I'm fine with all this
starving and such as it is

A piece of the house
a link of sausage?
easily into my hand

And strangely enough
it doesn't seem fake
so now I'm filling up

A screech and  a slam
and here comes the witch
a shotgun now in hand

So run and run
and don't look back
get lost again in the woods

To think and sigh
that maybe next time
I should just stick with one hit of acid