Mother Monster made a stew
with all your favourite things,
some earwax balls and eyeball goo,
and slimy, bogey strings.
She stirred in mould and toenail rot,
then served with maggot rolls.
You licked your lips and scoffed the lot,
but why’d you eat her bowls?!
Poem © 2014 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © Loretta Schauer