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Puffer fish.
My pride is a puffer fish;
I have spikes accounted for my naked ignorance,
and a big puff of self-conceited beliefs.
But when the liver is removed,
under the knife of a master chef,
my mere existence ended as a Fugu dish;
best served cold with a dip.
I have spikes accounted for my naked ignorance,
and a big puff of self-conceited beliefs.
But when the liver is removed,
under the knife of a master chef,
my mere existence ended as a Fugu dish;
best served cold with a dip.
Published 26th Feb 2010
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26th Feb 2010 9:18am
... the courage to eat a Puffer fish, so I can only imagine how it tastes. But this underlines how we convert living things into food, usually without consideration for what they once were. A thought provoking piece - and welcome to DUP, Cy.
9th Mar 2010 4:09am
I was imagining what it's like to be a puffer fish with a self-defense mechanism so strong that it thought no other being would know to hurt it. Alas, one would only need to remove the liver and that's the end of it for the puffer fish. Pity, really.
Thank you for your warm welcome. :)
Thank you for your warm welcome. :)
26th Mar 2010 4:28am
So many puffer fish....all grateful for your gentle treatment of their vulnerabilities....up until the part about the dip!
28th Mar 2010 5:01pm
