Though many may take on a biscuit or bun
with relish and ketchup atop
I have spied my share of sausage abuse
Though I've nar seen a Pole Sausage Cop
Now what, you may say, have I seen in dismay
to form a reaction so bold?
To you I will share, and war I'll declare
against those to whom sausage are sold.
I've seen 'em...
stuck in a bum
pickled in rum
used to spank a parrot
poked in an eye
taught how to fly
incognito as a carrot
dressed in hose
pinched in a nose
named Nathaniel Garret
in a ladys love pipe
imitating Michael Stipe
taunted as so to mar it
So now that you know where the sausage did go
I hope you will agree
That a polish sausage is not a mirage when placed in idolatry
Please treat the sausage as you want to be had for reincarnation may be a fact
And if you come back as a sausage on a rack you'll want to be handled with tact.