Perhaps she does. Which is what I said really.

O Treachery!

Said banqueting Banquo, “Oh fie!
Why does he get the soup with the eye
of newt, adder, haddock,
Tartar tongue, paddock,
good flea, ants, and fly, fly, fly, fly?”

A new light on an old joke! Congratulations, Orwn.

Thank you, John. I do hope everyone catches the homophonous pun in the last line.

Well, not everybody has actually READ Macbeth.

Said banqueting Banquo, “Oh fie!
Why does he get the soup with the eye
of newt, adder, haddock,
Tartar tongue, paddock,
good flea, ants, and fly, fly, fly, fly?”

Said Macbeth, “This isn’t a dower house!
I’m the boss of this regicide powerhouse.”
Said his wife with dismay,
“My dear Banquo, you say
That your son’s in the soup? What, in our house?”

This could be a competition in itself. Nice one, Brian.

When he flies from his murderers Fleance
Puts the thane’s evil scheme in abeyance.
Poor old Banquo’s deceased
And transforms that night’s feast
Into some kind of nightmarish séance.

The testimony of a factory meat-machine-minder..
 

They told me to pour it in steady,
The beef-mix the mincer made ready.
But I looked at the swill
As it swirled (as it will)
And I thought that I noticed a Neddy.

My lord, new here I'd missed this section until now, which was essentially the terrain of Edmund Conti and Norman Ball, over at the Alsop Gazebo poetry website years ago.

I especially like Jerome's second one (Page 1) I can't add anything but my cousin Greg's perfunctory Sunday prayer back when we were kids: good food good meat, good God let's eat.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=c1TEssqdyGw

So much fun, oh them beans.