A Tale of Two Cannibals
It is not often these days that you hear two separate stories about cannibalism in the news. Yet, that was the case last week. The first one involved an apology for a cannibalistic eating of a missionary in Fiji 136 years ago. Apparently, the village feels that it has been cursed ever since its ancestors ate him. Villagers complain that they simply cannot get a clear signal on their satellite dishes and they are tired of watching “Survivor” on a fuzzy screen. If an apology will help remove the curse, hey, so be it. The other story reports on a bizarre cannibalistic murder in which the victim gave up his life willingly for the expressed purpose of, well, being dined upon. Not savage butchery. No sir. Fine dining – tablecloths, candles, the good china, and one member of the dinner party on the serving platter.
The following limericks just sort of wrote themselves. I for one am off meat for couple of days.
We’re cannibals, you know, we like human meat
Those missionaries that visited tasted quite sweet
But about your granddad
The one our granddad had
Sorry, please forgive us, mind if we eat your feet?
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Eat me, you said, I’m not afraid
Dine on me, I’ll be tasty filleted
But your skin was rough
Your meat kind of tough
If only I’d remembered the marinade
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