BLOODY TOWN FEAST

 In a country where the taste of blood is heaven
People love it like bread is to leaven
Blood cooked with guts and liver
Just the sound of it you might quiver
To their traditional hospitality, it’s a given…

Stories of half-bodied flying creatures of the night
Could make some children go to sleep with fright
Mosquitoes compete sucking their blood
After a day of fun playing in the mud
Rice cakes dipped in meat-blood—their afternoon delight!

Just the sight of blood-sucking vampire bats and leeches
Along the tropical rivers and sun-drenched beaches
Could make some uninvited town guests feel queasy
And simultaneous shrieking sounds at dawn, uneasy
Blood splattered all over—in preparation for the feast

I sure did miss the taste of blood
And the freshly grilled rock cod
Would you like to come along in our next town feast
To savor our hospitality and have a taste of the beast—
Delicious pork meat it is, cooked in its own blood!