A scent so tantalizing
crept through the cracks of the homes
of those whose clothes hung on by a thread.
Villagers made of only skin and bones
used frail hands to take up arms,
others lit their torches in protest.
What ensued next was a march to the death
and absolute civil unrest.
Left, right, left!
Was that the grumbling of their stomachs,
the beating of a drum,
or the sound as some began to plummet
back down the hill they had staggered?
For some it had been days,
others weeks, most could no longer recall.
Pushing past an iron gate and stumbling through a maze
they came upon a maddening scene.
There sat the lord of the land who had a waist band
that had expanded three or four times.
Warm bread and hot soup in hand,
a buffet of food lay across
the table fit for ten or twelve,
but only the lord sat at the head
of the table and continued to delve
greedily into each carefully crafted offering.
Incensed, the villagers had seen enough!
Glass shattered, the crowd roared.
In shock and awe, mouth full of cream-puff
the lord of the land choked. Oink!
Swarming his ostentatious home
the villagers gathered round the lovely spread.
Clinking their glasses, large smiles shown
brightly upon gaunt faces.
They proceeded to enjoy
a once in a lifetime meal.
