A coworker at a friend's company has a shelf where she keeps mementos of her trips from all over the world. Recently she discovered something that hadn't been there before -- a little can of Kelly's Pork Brains in Gravy, featuring a little leprechaun on the label, and a pop-top for easy opening (obviously a snack can for a box lunch or casual noshing at the 7-11, say).
She immediately questioned all who might be responsible. One other co-worker failed to respond immediately, then suddenly sent her this enchanting message (I wonder if we could send a can of the stuff to Dave Barry):
If you want your guests to take a hike,
But don't know how to tell 'em,
Just mention you'll be serving up
A porcine cerebellum.
(Not chop or loin, or curly tail,
Not ribs or butt or trottah,
You mean the part right next to the
Medulla oblongata.)
You'll find that in America
Only the bravest forkers
Will munch on stuff extracted from
The skulls of mindless porkers.
They'll starve and moan and pinch their belts
Until they look like Twiggy
Before they'll touch a dish made from
Cerebrum de la piggy.
And when at last the guests are gone
With farewells kissy, wavy,
Have some chips and throw away
Those gross pork brains with gravy.
My friend added the following tag:
But would you eat them in a cube?
Would you eat them near a tube?
I will not eat those Brains O' Ham!
I do not like them, Sam I Am!
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