My Own Private Ulysses: A Bloomsgiving Prayer
“Ah, I’m hungry.”
- Leopold “Poldy” Bloom
A Bloomsgiving Prayer
Bless us, oh Poldy for this thy buffet,
Organs of beast and fowl, eaten in bliss.
Breakfast is the meaty meal of Bloom’s day,
Complete with grilled kidney’s sour kiss of piss.
Bloom craves the hams of girls’ vigorous hips,
He tastes the melons of Molly’s plump rump,
And savors her sticky gumjelly lips.
Treats sweeter than the sweetest sugar lump.
Is this mashed-up menu a mortal sin?
A cannibal orgy strange to behold?
Evil, unbalanced meals, Yang without Yin?
"God made food, the devil the cooks,” I’m told.
Bloom’s human hunger may be worse than quirky,
But tastier than Thanksgiving turkey.
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