Ode to Four Sausages

Four handsome sausages nestle in a pan.

Excitement so teased this feverish clan,

that one went pop the other went bang.

So the other two sausages chattered and sizzled,

and before too long they were fried and frizzled.

Their situation didn’t deter their fate,

and it wasn’t long before they were plonked on a plate.

Smothered in sauce, salt and then peppered.

In immense discomfort they had just been severed.

Their fate had come, and the plate was clean.

The four handsome sausages, never again to be seen.

Could the moral of this story be,

Never judge a sausage by what you see.

(© Copyright 2012 M. Clarke. All rights reserved.)