(pantoum)

On our sojourn at La Landelle in green pastoral France,
we toured the foie-gras factory,
which makes delicious things.
Here, pallid, mute lethargic ducks
endure a force-feed dance,
disagreeing at the outset with but a fuss of wings.

Within the foie-gras factory, which makes delicious things,
ducks with bloated guts
gorge frequently from the stuffing chutes,
disagreeing at the outset with but a fuss of wings,
endure grain pumped into them
by feeders in rubber boots.

Ducks with bloated guts gorge frequently
from the stuffing chutes.
Curiously (or perhaps not), only the canards male
endure grain pumped into them
by feeders in rubber boots.
All drakes a half-year from the egg visit the killing rail.

Curiously (or perhaps not), only the canards male
may tour the foie-gras factory,
which makes delicious things.
All drakes a half-year from the egg visit the killing rail
on their sojourn at La Landelle in green pastoral France.

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