He's whipping up scary "brisket,"
This 'whipped in-law married sis, gets
His wish to prepare a "brisket"
Made of hands, feet, and ears.

You bite in and think, this food's like my kin.
You bite in this "brisket" and a hand cleaved appears.

The ring from your sister's wedding,
The finger from which it's shedding
Are things that you now are dreading
In this cut that's not steer.

The toes are a little well done,
The nose is a vittle well shunned
You toast to your sibling, well once,
And think, wish she were here.

What's dished up is scarcely brisket,
You fish out the hairy ringlets,
Your sister is scarcely brisket--
Though not bad, she, with beer.