Briston Baba Crooner Jam
Saddle steak catering
he bragged of the flavor.
We though he was
a clownish type
of joker who wished to
create an audience for his
product. We found the price
quit steep, and looked odd
for a steak. The center hole
made room for jokes: but
when they tasted it they
swooned to there knees.
i saw the crooner sing spoke
the woman, i heard him whoo.
i knew then what I was about to
taste was something
incredible something
far more then intriguing. The spotlight
shoned on the stranger: who's
performance
would be determined by
his expression to
the flavor.
they Sernaded the
Saddle Steak as King
of all steaks!
Neupert and Bluthner
accompanis an orchestra to
decribe the tenisity of bife!
Mezzo Soprano said of the meal.
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2023
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