Beastly Banquet

There’ll be a banquet fit for beasts today,
Only this one night can we manifest,
A whole year’s treats we engulf and ingest,
Try to understand please, this is our way.

Air wafts the smell of spices redolent,
Thuds resound, it is the frenzied chopping,
For minced feet salad with goat turd topping,
Lightly tossed in bovine stomach content.

Behold, there’s Grandma’s pustulent shame pie,
Mottled sick and freshly baked leech custard,
Prime roast Arab chief with Coldman mustard -
You might enjoy it, if only you'll try.

Cocktails at two says the clawed-out invite -
Fresh slime soda or Mocktail Mermaid Lips,
Crisp butt-hollow wings and squeezy nose-drips,
Crunching and slurping, there’s no end in sight.

A most desired attendance will be yours,
Hot Human Noodles, that is the main course.


Day 5 - Prompt: "What's cookin' ~ let your inner alchemist out, and cook up a horrifying poem fit for a banquet..."

Five verses, the last is a couplet that 'tops' the whole. Pentameter and (abba)x4 and cc rhyming pattern. I have tried to paraphrase or create puns for dishes that are commonly known, see how many you can find!