The poem makes so much sense with the article and indeed one's thoughts about such things. I have hopped camps three times. Bacon sandwich - that's the one that'll call like a sireeen. I've never attempted verse on the matter but neither have I danced with a ribhat, impressive as that sounds. But the grist or gristle rather is knawed thoughtfully and entertainingly. Humour is probably the best approach for such a subject. And well cooked too - the raw stuff is where the animals are. They're cold killers with their 'show it the pan' talk. Crozzle me crisp.
The poem makes so much sense with the article and indeed one's thoughts about such things. I have hopped camps three times. Bacon sandwich - that's the one that'll call like a sireeen. I've never attempted verse on the matter but neither have I danced with a ribhat, impressive as that sounds. But the grist or gristle rather is knawed thoughtfully and entertainingly. Humour is probably the best approach for such a subject. And well cooked too - the raw stuff is where the animals are. They're cold killers with their 'show it the pan' talk. Crozzle me crisp.