A Farewell to Arms....

Day 1,426, 12:13 • Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom • by Horice G Fossil

Much to Bob Boblo's dismay
Horice ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this Bob declared,
"If Horice's ate, he should be shared."
But even as he spoke they saw
Horice eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Arthur cried
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all too late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish man!" Diakun mourns
"You could have deep-fried that with prawns,
Some parsley and some tartar sauce..."
But Horice was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think we made him Pope, the clot
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
Bob Boblo crie😛 "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as he wept, Horice was seen
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay: a BBHer no more,
Just a stomach, on the floor...
None the less, since it was Horice
They ate it – 'twas like chicken,
Which at least gave some solace.

Horice