I came across accidentally into a "children's poet" named Jack Prelutsky.
In 1996 Harper published his book of children poems "A Pizza the Size of the Sun". Appropriately silly and innocent at first look.
Until I read a strange little poem called "Eyeballs for sale". It goes like that:
EYEBALLS FOR SALE!
Eyeballs for sale!
Fresh eyeballs for sale!
Delicious, nutritious,
not moldy or stale.
Eyeballs from manticores,
ogres, and elves,
fierce dragon eyeballs
that cook by themselves.
Eyeballs served cold!
Eyeballs served hot!
If you like eyeballs,
then this is the spot.
Ladle a glassful,
a bowlful, or pail-
Eyeballs! Fresh eyeballs!
Fresh eyeballs for sale!
Enough to raise an eyebrow (so to speak) but perhaps not enough to elevate him to a pizzagate apologist.
Yet, further research shows Prelutsky featured in a self-styled ping-pong sports card.
Is anyone familiar with his work? Children's literature is the natural "habitat" of all kinds of pervs and pedos.
This is where they sublimate and stylize their sick attraction, while staying in touch with their readership. Jack Prelutsky's is age 5 and up.
Let's hope it's just a coincidence and some innocuous rhyme making.
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thisisnotagame ago
I'm making a pizza the size of the sun, a pizza that's sure to weigh more than a ton, a pizza too massive to pick up and toss, a pizza resplendent with oceans of sauce.
I'm topping my pizza with mountains of cheese, with acres of peppers, pimentos, and peas, with mushrooms, tomatoes, and sausage galore, with every last olive they had at the store.