Fries And Burgers

Written by: Jack Ellison



Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word Too many fries, too many burgs When will I learn I can't handle that stuff Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk Now I eat mush and ground up junk My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore So such is the life of this senior type dude Head for the washroom, each time I eat food Food disappears like famous greased lightning Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening Irregularity's my name, I'm Irreg for short Hope an operation, I don't have to resort An artificial esophagus transplanted in me So I can go regular like it once used to be Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk Those days are gone, who woulda thunk That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal Laced with Metamucil or some such material! © Jack Ellison 2012