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1. over 3 years ago on Heathcliff

   I seek out the protein and pile my plate;

   Chicken, roast beef, turkey, fork and sharp knife;

   Ladle on gravy, tender like a wife.

   I feel I’ve found my match, my true soulmate;

   Such a beautiful spread; this must be fate.

   After fighting hard to make it through life,

   I know that this marks the end of my strife;

   Now there is no hunger I cannot sate.

   But one scent strikes me and hits like a tank;

   If only my nose could shut like a clam.

   I know there is only one dish to thank;

   It makes festive tables seem like a sham.

   An off-putting smell, a taste just a rank;

   Pink and putrid, wholly horrible: ham.