I thought this limerick, slightly modified, might also fit this week’s Flashback Track Friday challenge, where we are asked to:
Write about an inventive murder.
A purveyor of canine cuisine,
My best friend got pushed into machine,
He was chopped up and ground,
Then deliciously browned,
And once cooked, turned the dog food bright green.
Any advance on being minced?
First published 10 December, 2020.