“Humor”
We’re not food on purpose.
Other animals may look for us.
Some creature is eaten by the forces of nature.
Drumsticks will be taken for our ride into soybean futures.
Lamb is provided to lamb and ham is provided to ham.
How could we be anything in food?
Usually there’s a hand which needs putting down.
Food becomes grabbed near its throat.
Pass turkey, pass onions, pass mustard, pass dishes.
A shooting star ends up in the plate.
Turn me around or knock my socks off.
My bones can’t get eaten while I’m sleeping.
Variety comes into play.
Ideas are passed between us over the same table.
Round tables create our atmosphere of conversation for jokes.
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