Not one to date has escaped their plight
Though God knows they put up a fight

Above the mincer they hung on a chain
While I laughed and slowly sipped champagne

Slowly I dropped them, the mincer was fed
While their screams echo around in my head

Usually stay alive til it reaches their waist
To make sure they did not die in haste

People ask me what is my secret
The veggies I grow are in top condition
I smile and say, ‘blood and bone I use.’
And that I declare is my only admission