Sep 23, 2007 13:04
By request from Marie Lindström (to "describe in poetic words my favorite sandwich topping").
Ode to vegetarisk sill
For an eclectic soul such as me
picking fav'rites is a tricky matter
even in a field uncontroversial as the
choice of topping on the sandwich on my platter
I guess my choice must be of a vegetarian type
as I really don't of meat-eatin' approve.
I'll just pick something and say of vegetarisk sill: "Believe the hype"
- and then on to some description move.
First, for those who don't read Swedish, sill means herring.
We avoid by vegetarisk a most gory
massacre, and fish are cheering
for our "language of Heroes and Glory".
Sadly, the eggplants are not.
Something must die and substitute.
Being pickled is the eggplants' lot
and maybe they would cry but they are mute.
As for me I'm simply very happy.
I've a yummy topping for the tide we know as yule.
As for my empathy and "squeamishness", as I am not that mad
it extends not beyond mollusks, as a rule.
(Edited a few hours after it was first posted for a slight improvement of the metre on line 7.)
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