I have no feet and often open my mouthto the flood. Now some man willconsume me, who cares nothing for my clothing.With the point of his knife he will rip the skinaway from my side, and straight away eat meuncooked as I am
This sounds like a oysters. You need a knife to open the shell and some people eat the meat inside them raw.
Everybodylifts me, grips me, and chops off my head,bites my bare body, violates me.
It sounds like a fish. They are lifted out of the water, gripped hard so not to slip away, its head is chopped off, and it is eaten once the scales are removed.
Favoured by men, I am found far and wide,taken from woods and the heights of the town,from the downs and the dales.
It is most definitely alcohol. No matter in what forms or production, alcohol is something that all men want as a refreshment.
I’m told a certain something growsin its pouch, swells and stands up,lifts its covering
Sounds like bread dough during the first rise.