EXOTIC FOOD

I tend to be picky, somewhat finicky
When it comes to food
I refuse to intake a venomous snake
To prove my manhood
I feel squeamish o’er a slice of raw fish
Sushi kills my saliva
I badly quiver upon a camel’s liver
I’d rather see it aliva

I lack the nerves for strange hors d’oeuvres
Caramelized ants, I dread
I am not a popper of honeyed grass hopper
I prefer starving instead
My faculties fog at the limbs of a frog
I don’t feel too yippee
It disturbs my gizzard to eat a lizard
Please skip the recipe

As for kippers and those with flippers
Anchovies cause me trauma
I decline to savor the taste or flavor
It conflicts with my Karma
And if I could harp on the subject of carp
The creature curls my toes
I am a party pooper when it comes to grouper
My veins turn varicose

I seldom go searchin’ for sautéed sea urchin
I don’t flex ‘em mussels
And heaven forbid, I should accost a squid
It’s hard on my corpuscles
As for scallops, my heartbeat gallops
The same with the octopus
I hold an embargo on shelled escargot
It chokes my esophagus

I am ill at ease to sample head cheese
Sweetbreads, no thank you
I badly shudder at a tongue or udder
That goes for brains, too
On fancier things like chitterlings
My taste buds do retreat
I procrastinate when served a plate
Of pickled pig’s feet

And I am no glutton of any wild mutton
Like moose or caribou
I refuse to combat a possum or wombat
Ditto for kangaroo
I need no smidgen of squab or pigeon
You may call me a snob
Let us not quibble, I’d rather nibble
On a corn on the cob