We do not dance.
Let others reach and leap, like light
limbed fools too shallow to delight
in eating lard.

When we were young
we joyed in coriander, sought
fresh apple mint and little thought
of eating lard.

But wiser now,
we throw all fripperies away
and are content to spend the day
in eating lard.

And all our talk
is safe, and all our looks express
a resolute if tacit Yes
to eating lard.

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