A Memorable Meal
My Aunt Crystal was a great cook
With her meals, we were truly blest
Oh, but there was one of those meals
Much more memorable than the rest!
Just like all of her Sunday meals
All that you'd want would be there
Chicken fried to a golden brown
The smell of apple pie in the air
Beans, "taters", and at this affair
A glass of apple cider in range
At each place there were vitamins
Considerate I thought, but strange
Uncle Ben bowed his head to say grace
Of course we would all do the same
In anxious anticipation
I'd peek at chicken callin' my name!
After "Amen", Uncle Ben looked up
Grabbed his juice and took a big drink
Shook his head with a frown and said,
"Ma, this cider has turned, I think!"
Silence then fell like it was shot
Aunt Crystal said, "Wait a minute!"
Bringing back the bottle she said,
"There's apple cider vinegar in it!"
The roaring laughter did not tarnish
Her culinary prowess one bit
But for sure, I just have to say
That's one meal I'll never forget!
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