On the heels of my recent divorce
as I no longer beat a dead horse
I was asked by a friend,
"Do the means to an end
make you happy and rich?" Well of course
I went to the county fair.
The birds and the beasts were there -
Deep fried, on a stick.
Oh, what kind to pick?
And with what beer should each of those pair?
Tonight we ate some barbecued chicken
I can say it was quite finger lickin'.
I yelled out "My oh my!
as I grabbed for a thigh
I was careful whose thigh I was picking.
I was born in 1951.
Those simpler times were really quite fun.
Five channels on the telly
Home cooked food in my belly
we spent all day outside in the sun.
Jody T. has revived this old thread.
It has risen back up from the dead
It's post 703
and as you all can see
The witty rhymes still mess with your head.