Mystery Dish

In downtown Monstra City,
On the corner of 1st and Beast,
Sits a cozy monster diner
Where friendish fiends all come to feast.

The burgers are to kill for,
And I’d give their fries 5 scars,
But this special dessert menu,
Has a dish that sounds bizarre.

“May I suggest ‘The Human Experience’?”
Says the waiter with a leer,
“I think you’ll find it...special...
Our chef says it’s top-tier.”

“Why not?” I tell him boldly.
I’m up for a little fun.
“You give Chef Glurg my order.
And I like my Human well-done.”

He licked his lidless eyeball,
Skulked off to grab the meal,
And in three thwacks of a dragon’s tale,
He was back for the big reveal.

To my surprise, the dish was small,
Just a bowl of something squishy.
“Where’s the Human?” I pouted glumly,
“This just looks a little fishy.”

The waiter didn’t say a word,
Just waved a claw for me to eat,
So I picked up the bony little bowl
And slurped the mystery treat.

The first flavor that I tasted
Was something warm and soft,
But that was quickly overwhelmed
By a spice so hot I coughed.

My next bite had a tangy twist
‘Was it sweet,’ I thought, ‘or sour?’
Then came a ghastly taste so strong
It made me gag and cower.
I quickly felt quite happy,

Then angry—calm—no, sad.
One moment I knew I’d had enough,
But the next didn’t feel so bad.

My stomach churned and boiled.
“What is this?” I laughed in pain.
“Is it poison? Sawdust? Sunshine?
—It’s going to burst my brain!”

“It’s The Human Experience,” the waiter laughed,
“Both a blessing and a curse.
I hear Humans taste it daily,
For better or for worse.”