by Drew Searing
It was discovered by the Planetary Culinary Scientific Police
that a strain of virabacterialoid called B. Stromboli 4
was causing people's little pinkies to suddenly fall to the floor.
So on December 17th at exactly a quarter to two,
no one was to eat the Maime-de-beast or the Gnu.
And to be on the safe side the zebrocerous was banned, too.
The people who never ate beastoids rejoiced with gleefulness;
they thought that perhaps this was the beginning of vegetable-tarian bliss.
But exactly one week later by decree of President Bland,
an Eat-da-beast Feast celebrated the lifting of the ban.