Gristle-Grease Pie from my recipe book.
I’ve got to get chopping and stirring and grilling
to make its delicious and magical filling.
Frogs for frying,
slugs for spicing,
mice for mincing,
eyes for icing.
The party is over, the guests have gone home
and I’m left with the washing-up all on my own.
They hated my pie. Now who’d have guessed that?
But they loved the fish fingers I’d bought for my cat.
Poem © 2017 Janet Foxley
Illustration © 2017 Eric Heyman