Not pizza pies or popcorn, pasta, grapes or ham and cheese
Not shrimp or fish in chafing dish, or Yorkshire pudding please

I’ll pass on ice-cream sundaes, I don’t need those sprouts and such
Don’t make a hero sandwich, for my open hand to clutch

Keep your warm plum pudding, Coney Dogs; leave me alone
Keep you chitlins’, beans of green, potatoes and your pone

No salad, soup or chowder, Cheerios don’t ring a bell
Cookies, dumplings, cakes of crabs, can all go straight to hell

Eating’s not what I need now, so please don’t think me rude
But bar-man come and fill it up, ‘cause I’m a thirsty dude

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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