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Just got back from Nora's
We really had some fixings
All those bones were in the
pot
And food was finger licking
Well I am here to tell ya
The food was outta site
Bones were done just perfect
Much to Jake's delight
Arthur said hey honey
Let's get that recipie
I looked at him in silence
I cleared my throat daintily
What's your secret Nora
This was a special meal
She said I don't know how to
tell ya
That meat sure wasn't veal
I looked at her with promise
I wonder what she'd say
Replied "I can't remember"
It's the road kill of the day
We all sat there in silence
Art sure looked disgusted
Country life is not for me
Pass the pou pon mustard.
~
Francine Pucillo ~
Copyright May
11, 2004
Šused with permission
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