CAULIFLOWER PIE
by Williem Mactingle
Mr McGregor found something odd
About his cauliflower pie
But he couldn't put his finger where
It was too slimy, it was too greasy
And that dripping red liquid, yuck
It was making him sick
And it was only after hugging his toilet
For the fifth time that afternoon
And staring deep down at the basin
At the floating blobs of half-digested meat amidst stomach acid
That he realized
It wasn't cauliflower after all
It was raw human brain
