Caren Krutsinger Poet Limerick

An Iowan Takes On a Nebraskan Beef Eater

I will have my steak gruesomely rare.
Eating mine with Heinz 57 flare.
I am from I-O-WAY
I do not play.
I can eat a cow, a horse and a mare.

I am from Nebraska don’t you know?
You Iowans can brag, and you can blow
But here’s my rule
You little fool
I’ll eat whatever does not start to go.

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Gershon Wolf April 11, 2022 at 7:28 PM Ha, ha, ha! This is really hilarious, Caren! ~ Weak-stomached Illinoisan Caren Krutsinger April 11, 2022 at 10:23 PM Thank you. We are savage meat eaters in these midwestern states!

Debra L Brown April 11, 2022 at 6:12 PM Hi! Caren, your poem was a "Hoot". "I'll eat whatever does not start to go". (LoL) Have a Blessed evening. Debra Caren Krutsinger April 11, 2022 at 10:23 PM Thank you Debra.

John Lawless April 11, 2022 at 5:27 PM OK, just walk it in real slow....and a small salad. Caren Krutsinger April 11, 2022 at 10:24 PM For me it is no salad. I had lots of them once upon a time.

L Milton Hankins April 11, 2022 at 5:14 PM Oh my! I like a little pink inside, but if it yells when I put a fork in it, it's not for me! Caren Krutsinger April 11, 2022 at 10:24 PM I don't eat meat unless it has stopped mooing.

Andrea Dietrich April 11, 2022 at 3:25 PM This was really fun to read and the title really drew me in!! So you like rare meat?I like it nearly burned!! Caren Krutsinger April 11, 2022 at 10:25 PM I like mine burned to death; this was about another Iowan not me and apparently not you.