Our noses were dazzled and bacon-frazzled. By seaweed (cut and dried). Coal in a casket, a new-made basket. With orange and bread inside; A doctor’s bag; a fire-cooked prawn. And grilled black pudding (with sugar on!) “Oh wow! What a nose” we cried. The taste was fierce with embers and ash. Hawaiian pork, cooked in a pit; Our tongues were roasted, twisted and lashed. By the peppery, liquorice hit. A honey sweet, marshmallow treat. And egg custard were pleasing to some. But someone said “Ooooh! Incinerated shoe”; While another kissed a Balrog’s bum*. And ran, whimpering, home to his mum.
*(Balrog – a fiery demon from Lord of the Rings)