Stallion Stew (Hard To Chew) .... [horses; Ethnic Food; Very Short; Very Serious] Poem by Bri Edwards
Stallion Stew (Hard To Chew) .... [horses; Ethnic Food; Very Short; Very Serious]
My mom was Irish; she's now dead.
Stews she sometimes, to us kids, fed.
I knew not if they were Irish or Italian;
they had carrots, onions..., and stallion.
Hilarious, Bri! When you say 'Very Serious', are you saying that your mother really did put horse meat in the stew? My sister has a hilarious story about when she and her roommate tried to persuade their other roommates to eat horse meat. She has written many poems. I wonder if she ever wrote one about that... I will have to ask her. You're right. The poem of mine in question is called SAINT PATRICK'S DAY. I'm honored that you have 'dedicated' this poem to me. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:31:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice one Bri. Fed stallion meat as a child? That would explain a thing or two. Ha ha