I Ran On The Hilltop Following A Pack Of Wild Geese

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This weekend, we decided it was time to be zestful

Down South in Hokitika at the Wild Foods Festival.

A culinary carnival where the menu is the spectacle;

Featuring eel, horse, ostrich, grasshopper, worm, and testicle.

People were theme attired to add to the fun.

There were a couple of hairy guys in the habits of a nun.


Hot chick coppettes who didn't need their gun

And naughty nurses with boobs that could stun.

Saw some big guys crushing wood with their clubs

Revealing within, heaps of squiggly, fresh grubs

Which were then purchased live straight out of their tubs

To be chewed up and swallowed.. right down to their stubs.

If beasts squirmed, slithered, wiggled, or wagged

They were served up and devoured, although many gagged.

We taste tested a chewy organ - the heart of a stag.

But bunny balls?

Never!

Cause I ain't no fag.

As The King took the stage, the rain pissed on down

And turned his curly lipped smirk right into a frown.

So atop a red convertable, Elvis has left the town.

And so did we follow, for fear we would drown.