We do not eat them,
Never dine on the didine,
Temporal issue.
“Tasted like chicken
Though now are exanimate
No flight was their demise”
Fingers are licken’,
Nosh plates shinin’ as pangs slaked,
No one moves at all.
“Unicorn filet,
Imaginary dinner,
Like stir-fried dodo. “
Narwal barbeque,
Delicacy of the North,
Eskimo nanooks.
Two Old Men 
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