Dogs dinner

Did you write what you thought good
Like music it fell and it was rich
And posted it and others swarmed to say a like
 Your chest it swelled with haughty pride

Be be be on that self gravy train
You pour it out those thick and lumpy lines
The plate so full of that mundane
That jus that some proclaim as fine

The veg it diced on perfect shape
Like scrabble letters in the rack
You feel the height of that elate
The stanza on the platter stacked

The form and round from stalk in ground
A company to please all tastes
The green sprout of symmetry sound
That assembled crowd that looked so great

The meat its slices overcooked
Dry of metaphor and refrain
And inane rhyme that you mistook
All sinew to rewrite again

Give up the bloody quest you seek
The vegan plate that is good select
Your cooks collective cutlery just to slice that glean
The entrecote given false respect

 Condiments of compliments so laid
Foul the palate when it should be clean
The dogs dinner fit to throw away
Hot lukewarm comments that demean

The Michelin stars the poets peak
Its your own roast that tastes the best
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