Ode to my Sausage

O my sausage,
You, of the satisfying sizzle,
swimming in your hot killer fat,
made from brains, pig's pizzles
entrails and hissing unknown, this & thats...
 
O my sausage,
frying proud in the pan,
disdaining the company of an egg
your browning three inches, these can
satisfry my needs & make my doggy beg.
 
O my sausage,
between heavily buttered breads
cholesterol! Ah, at such danger I laugh,
ha, ha, aaagh, as soon to my belly it distends...
my sausage, enters, O, slicking lips, satisfried, baaarf...