A Food Slob
She savored her delicious red eye gravy
Slurping it up while she was in the navy.
Most of us were truly uniquely impressed.
At how her stomach was adequately dressed.
The fabulous bib that she wore at her neck,
Was beauty-wonderful in every respect.
We followed her around this little tiny town.
Slurping ample bits of gravy off of the ground.
With a wisp of warm buttered corn on the cob.
Because you see she was kind of a slob.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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