The Tender Butcher By Mary Rump Poem by Phil Soar

"Tender loins", the butcher said,
I thought he was quite rude
"No I'll take some Lamb instead"
I said, as romance bloomed
His cut was quite exceptional
His chopper was fantastic
He seemed he was professional
His loins were quite elastic
And so he chose his finest meat
He sliced it oh so sweetly
The way he held his joint aloft
He made my day completely
And yet I left deflated
When he confirmed the cost
His meat was so expensive
And the romance then was lost