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Flo's Cafe And Deli

If you're lookin' fer home cooked fixin's, stop by Flo's Café and Deli!
Her meatloaf, smashed pertaters and cherry pie will delight yer belly!
She's located catty-cornered across the street from Buford's Hardware Store.
Flo's been caterin' to folks at the same locale since the Second World War!

Herb, the crusty cook, spent over twenty years as a cook in the navy.
His specialty, savored by old vets, is his biscuits and sausage gravy.
Each mornin' five old soldiers, Cletus, Clyde, Bob, Claude and Moe,
Confiscate the same table to swap war stories and slurp their joe!

Farmers in overalls and John Deere caps have done their mornin' chores.
They gather to mull over milk production and the market price of boars.
They argue over the prowess of their huntin' dogs and the merits of goats,
And whether the weather will hold so they can reap their wheat and oats.

The Red Hat Society meets there each Thursday of every month at seven,
And the Baptist Women's Sisterhood has lunch there each Friday at eleven.
Kids flock there for 'burgers and shakes after basketball and football games,
And, I almost forgot, its the meetin' place fer the Revolutionary War Dames!

The place ain't fancy and you better not be caught puttin' on any fancy airs.
There's a dozen or so tables, booths along the walls and plastic covered chairs.
Myrtle the waitress bears watchin' - she's quick on her feet with spicy mots!
Its a great place if you can tolerate Herb's salty lingo and bangin' pans and pots!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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  1. Date: 2/20/2014 2:04:00 PM
    Welp, I'm hoping since we share the same nickname the food was at least good! lol Glad I stumbled on to this one Robert! Thank you for the break from reality ;)

  1. Date: 5/27/2013 9:19:00 AM
    thank you for making me smile once again Bob H., and I am glad I can tolerate such food and company for that matter... :-)...PD

  1. Date: 5/25/2013 8:51:00 AM
    I felt like I was right there in that all American scene. Nice tribute for Memorial Day. Could smell the biscuits and gravy with the banging pots and pans. Entertaining and humorous with great creativity. :)

  1. Date: 5/25/2013 7:54:00 AM
    Very nice appealing poem.It makes me want to find this joint...the way you describe the setting appeals to the senses. You were very successful in creating a convincing scene. Well done...

  1. Date: 5/24/2013 11:46:00 PM
    Sounds like quite the menagerie of people! It was vaguely reminiscent of Stephen King's descriptions on small town hubs... though I don't imagine there's any darkness behind the lines in this poem (are there?). Pertaters... southern much?... LOL! Great stuff here... keeping it hick, I see... me likes it :)

  1. Date: 5/24/2013 8:23:00 PM
    I enjoyed reading your humorous story poem, Bob. You're a great story teller. Love, Kim

  1. Date: 5/24/2013 4:31:00 PM
    This is one of your best humorous writes my friend! The reason that I favor this poem has to be the fact that their is a diner here in the neighboring town around here that's just like this one! You have written a fabulous poem, such a phenomenal piece Bob! Great Work!!

  1. Date: 5/24/2013 4:23:00 PM
    You describe it so well, it makes me want to go eat there, so nice to see you write again, I have missed your stories xxx