Dish Up the Grub
In the fanciest restaurant in our little town
Where ladies are expected in evening gown,
I think the food is no better for fancy dressing
All said and done, I’m simply confessing,
Give me the hole-in-the-wall, plain food place
Where nobody’s wearing any satin and lace,
Dish up the grub like Grandma used to make
And give me plenty of leftovers home to take!
written March 4, 2022
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