An Epitaph to a House Hen | work in progress
translated poem:
epitafium dla kury domowej (zajop)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
Look:here lies a house hen
Made by male cook in his den
She cooked for men when alive
Now in big rooms she will thrive
Served as a dish on a tray
Adored by nation she may
She did not plan such a treat
Her breast is stuffed with force-meat
Hiding some truth of herself
Her liver, her body pelf
Her drumsticks worth gold apiece
Resting in heavenly peace
Made by male cook in his den
She cooked for men when alive
Now in big rooms she will thrive
Served as a dish on a tray
Adored by nation she may
She did not plan such a treat
Her breast is stuffed with force-meat
Hiding some truth of herself
Her liver, her body pelf
Her drumsticks worth gold apiece
Resting in heavenly peace
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