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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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