Some people's food is sweet delight,
Some, endless, eat a load of shite.
A sausage that's made with bad intent
Beats all the lies we can invent.
Its right that it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe,
And this we rightly know,
the Lanna sausage proves it so.
From Porkers' fat, gristle and bone
the sausage meal will make its home.
A meal to shimmer and to shine
when fully formed in intestine.
The greasy mess is not a gourmet's food
and the Michelin man would think it rude
but sausager acts on good advice
and crams the tube with lots of spice.
With hottest chili, pepper and all of that
the Michelin man cannot taste the fat.
A sausage made with putrid meat
is transformed into a Lanna treat.
The sausage maker has his wiles,
the sausage served with lots of smiles.
But when patron wants his bowels let free
its 10 Baht for the lavatory.
The eater cannot make amends
the sausage burns at both his ends.
With bowels afire he cannot see
the sausage caused his dysentery.