Breathless at the Butcher's . . . or . . . The Sins of the Flesh.

Breathless at the Butcher’s … or … The sins of the flesh.

 

Each Saturday the high street is a canyon of temptation

As the public stare at the proffered wares with awe and approbation.

You can bare your soles at the cobbler’s shop but the chemist’s best for rumours

And dozens queue for a loaf or two when they sniff the baker’s bloomers.

 

The fishmonger has mussels, the bookshop man’s quite clever,

But I’m not torn twixt brains and brawn, I get them both together!

Behind his plastic parsley strips in a battered old straw hat,

There’s a shining knight in blue and white, neither too lean nor too fat.

 

His lamb-chop whiskers make me wilt, sausage fingers cause a quiver,

He can string me along with his jellied tongue or a succulent slice of liver.

Crisp pork scratchings tempt me so, his dripping is the best,

But I’ll make do with a pound of stew as he weighs my chicken breast.

 

I don’t much care if his ribs are spare or his scrag-end’s tough and bony,

I long to toy with his saveloy and prod his plump polony.

Each time I stand by his chilled display I break out in a fever

And start to reel at the ringing steel as he sharpens up his cleaver.

 

So please don’t think it bold of me or label me as loose

When in Christmas week it’s here I seek a man to stuff my goose.

I won’t talk tripe or mince my words when he offers me his cheek,

For I would die for just one pig’s eye to see me through the week.

 

So skewer me on your chopping block, for you I’ll act the chump

And I won’t much mind when I rise to find your sawdust on my rump.

Just chase me to your chiller, where between your glistening hams

We’ll down our tools as our passion cools, in the silence of your lambs.

 

 . . . and a nice chianti.

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Isobel

Tue 5th May 2009 20:27

A raunchy little number - liked this one too -it's fun and we all need to inject fun into poetry now and again.

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sian howell

Tue 28th Apr 2009 15:19

another wonderful piece...great sense of fun and joy...it sounded to me as if you enjoyed writing it too. Sian X

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Thu 16th Apr 2009 11:45

Hi Anthony, i love this too.
love the slurp at the end and the last stanza is great for imagery. A bit like comic capers with some carry on.

Can't help but wonder though and would like to know why the title has the 'or' in there. I suppose that might be because it isn't all about the butchers shop but as it stands i feel it's explaining the naughtiness.
It certainly didn't affect the reading of it, for me anyway. Perhaps it's me who's missing the intention in it.

As usual your poem created lots of imagery and fun as well as colour etc......
all the good things a poem should have.
Lovely read. Thankyou.
Janet.x

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Thu 16th Apr 2009 11:24

lol I have never eaten pork and my mouth was watering - now that is a writer's triumph!

How do you do it - the tightness and form and squeeze all in:)


loved it.

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