I Can'T Abear Poem by Walter de la Mare
I Can'T Abear
Rating: ★2.8
I can't abear a butcher,
I can't abide his meat,
The ugliest shop of all is his,
The ugliest in the street;
Bakers' are warm, cobblers' dark
Chemists' burn watery lights;
But oh, the sawdust butchers shop
That ugliest of sights.
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4/18/2024 9:00:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is an ugly business- yet we still eat our bacon and we still eat our pork chops. It is hard to rationalize our violent ways with a delicious turkey or yummy steak staring at us face to face