Roman Recipe
A pastry coffin, rich and round:
Flour, butter, water and
Powder prepared of bones fine ground,
The texture of sharp sand.
Now to the filling, take the bonce,
Having reserved the skull,
Mince cheeks lips, eyes and brains – the ponce
Shall be in death less null,
Shall be a fricasee of meat
Delicious to his mother,
A pasty that's a tasty treat.
Do likewise with his brother.
Two pies we have to cook, one hour
On high heat should suffice.
The sauce can be a sweet-and-sour,
And mustard would be nice.
Such fare should make you want to dance
As frenzied as Saint Vitus.
A Roman recipe. Perchance
You will approve it.
TITUS
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