Yak pack arrived intact.
Still frozen in fact.
Steak and ribs and sausage in sacks.
What, no yak Big Mac?
I'm going to cook it on the deck out back.
My grill came with a nice yak rack on a track, so I'll give it a whack.
I guess poetic skills I lack.
I'm a hack, a quack, like the duck from Aflac, I don't have the knack.
And so ends this yak crack attack.
Excerpt from Dr. Seuss, "Horton smacked a yak, and put him in a stack.'
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