77. Suspicious Tastes -
You do not like fieldfares, you do not like mullet;
Neither hare nor roast boar ever passes your gullet.
Sweet cakes and hot rolls to you both are unpleasant;
You never have partridge, you never have pheasant.
But capers and onions you eat soaked in brine;
Falernian you shun, but you drink resined wine.
Dry sprats you think tasty and pale salted tunny,
And meat from a ham that's decidedly funny.
There's something suspicious, that's quite understood,
When a man prefers filth and avoids wholesome food.
Neither hare nor roast boar ever passes your gullet.
Sweet cakes and hot rolls to you both are unpleasant;
You never have partridge, you never have pheasant.
But capers and onions you eat soaked in brine;
Falernian you shun, but you drink resined wine.
Dry sprats you think tasty and pale salted tunny,
And meat from a ham that's decidedly funny.
There's something suspicious, that's quite understood,
When a man prefers filth and avoids wholesome food.
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