My Boy Tbone

My Boy T-Bone

My baby smelt of pork chops
when he came out alive.
Pulled from his living tomb,
with blood guts bones and chives.
His blue skin was set alight there
by the pressured oxygen tank,
and cooked back into pink meat,
the mid-chef was to thank.
T-bone steak or pork chop
will be his new found name,
after mummy here is stitched up
by the butchers ‘Backslap & Mame’.