Ode to Chitterlings- a tribute to Bledsoe

This is how I imagine the Invisible Man feels about chitterlings:

These are chitterlings, in case you didn’t know. You know you want some!

“Ode to Chitterlings”

Oh, chitterlings, you savory treat,

I doth love to buy you on the street.

I will shake thee at Bledsoe,

So he can see,

How savory,

You are.

“Me doth protest!”, shouts he.

“Thou cannot do this to me!”

I love thee, chitterlings.

But I beg thee, do not tell,

Mr. Norton – if he sees me

Eat the chitterling,

I am done.

Oh hell,

I’ll eat it anyway.