How to Carve a Roast Baby

Everyone is a secret-sadist-butcher;
craving for little carvings of baby in a platter.
(If it's below three, I don't consider it murder.)

Mothers are natural baby carvers,
trained from teen years to pierce flesh with a skewer,
Everyone is a secret-sadist-butcher.

Baby's meat when grilled is always tender,
it drips with juice to keep separate in a saucer.
(If it's below three, I don't consider it murder.)

The only way to check if it's dead is with an iron poker,
to gouge soup eyes and serve in a dish made of pewter.
Everyone is a secret-sadist butcher.

I checked for bones under her bed of flowers,
to see if I had there a family of little brothers.
(If it's below three, I don't consider it murder.)

Large families go poor until they make it better,
but to cook a few babies shouldn't be quite a disaster.
Everyone's a secret-sadist-butcher.
(If it's below three, I don't consider it murder.)