“Talk of the Town” Commemorative Painting

To commemorate a strange event from years past, when Aeternians collectively shared a vision of Big Sausage. On the frame’s back is scrawled this poem: Solemnly ground, eyes over-glazed, Enraptured in reverence amidst smoky haze. A link to such ecstasy is hardly a first From which to be cured is simply the wurst. So savor our savior without gristly flaw, For frankly even one cursed haven’t the gall To be filled with anything but awe: Ode to sausage, the greatest brat of all.