An Epitaph For Legion

Something darkishly humourous. Not really dead yet, but haven't been on quite as much as I would like to be.

An Epitaph For Legion


A multitude, devilishly divine,
Encapsulated within this basted swine
Leaves this world in their final days
Complete with a delicious pineapple glaze
And carved into morsels delectable
Spread out splendidly upon the table.
So pass those plates, fill them up,
And keep in mind, as we sup,
To tip your glass and share a toast
In memory of this succulent roast.

Legion
7AUG10

Author's Note

Pass the BBQ sauce please.

Reviews

[Euphoric Sin]

Makes me think of a medieval feast. The candles burning after dark in a long hall with everyone sitting around it. The first things that come to mind are Redwall and Hamlet.

Wonderful piece. I like this sort of length in a poem, it isn't too long, but leaves you satisfied in the end. I like the rhyming here--it adds well to the poem. Good work!

[Y.F.]

Nicely done - surely put a smile on my face. Dark humor is definitely my favorite.

Thanks for sharing.