I sat reading Dante when hunger awoke

and I wondered what doomed souls

would eat between stokes.

It couldn't be tasty,

it couldn't be good,

they were there to be punished,

that's understood.

The first course was easy,

they needed their fuel,

so I'll serve specks of offal

suspended in gruel.

The main course is chitlins, haggis, and tripe,

not served too fresh,

but served slightly ripe.

Dessert was the hard course,

I'm sure you'll agree

since sweets are forbidden

in the damned's recipes.

A flambé is pointless,

they're in Hell after all,

so I settled for kidneys

pickled in gall.

When I finished the menu

my hunger had ceased

thinking of vile foods

from fish, fowl, and beast.

So now I can slumber

and rest at long last,

having finished the planning

of the doomed soul's repast.