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Eatin' On The Run(s)
by Charles J HannanTruckstop diner food
To my stomach seems so rude
Never having such a feast
A plateful special dripping grease
Taking fork in hand I stare
If I eat I'll have nightmares
But there's growling from my tummy
So I close my nose and think "yummy"
Halfway through I see some movement
Well it's fresh and that's improvement
I'll just stab it with my knife
Can't run now, I took it's life
Chew it up and swallow quickly
Feeling pale and rather sickly
Paying Flo for such a meal
Seems to me a screwed up deal 04/18/2003 Posted on 04/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 Charles J Hannan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/18/03 at 07:33 PM mmmm...I thought food freaks were pickier about what they eat..or is it just the way they eat? hmmmm...now you have me wondering :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/20/03 at 05:53 AM I like the wry humor of this piece. Think I'll pass that particular truck stop though. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/22/03 at 08:34 PM awesome use of the word yummy. a very funny jingle of a poem |
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