O inky pudding

My husband is a BIG fan of black pudding. He eats it several times a week...it felt right to dedicate a few words to his favoured breakfast...

O inky pudding, breakfast feast
From sacrificial porcine beast;
Juicy hunks of fat within
Your congealed blood, all wrapped in skin.

O gastronomical delight
I savour each and every bite.
Sliced and fried, or boiled whole
In life you serve a unique role.

In Offal land you reign supreme
While boudin noir can only dream.
Quelle surprise! What French pig’s arse
Could yield such flavour and such class?


Rachel McCoubrie 2006

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