Down Quavenue Q.
There's a place for you.
To visit the planties -
and the Quornies too.
'Cause Quornies can't quack
and they've got no legs,
But they've got bacon and burgers
and tofu eggs.
When the quornies peer out -
feel no guilt!
They can't feel a thing,
They're manmade; handbuilt.
For your edible pleasure,
a taste you can't measure.
It's a quornie; it's a pig;
it's a porkie; it's a frog.
it's a cow or a chicken;
or a chinese dog.
It's a duck or a lamb;
it goes 'baa', it goes 'moo';
Let's get some chow
down in Quavenue Q;
Where the quornies are caged
in the mushroom zoo...
Eat a quornie today;
plant a funghi tomorrow.
They're featherless and pre-prepared;
for anyone who cares...
(Do buffalos have wings? Quornies do!)
Author notes
Quorn... mmm...
A contest entry
- Vegetarian poems!! (don't nessicaraly have to be vegetarian) by Powered by Tofu.
375 points, ended June 21, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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very fun to read
yar.this b very gud writing me hearty!blargh!

