Good Gravy
If there’s one thing that my grandpa likes to eat its Chicken Egg Fu Young,
And for him he says it is a special treat if he should get some on his tongue.
That’s always where he aims it for but not where it always goes,
It seems it could end up anywhere from his head down to his toes.
Mom asked if he’d like some mushroom gravy put on the top of his food
Grandpa says that without it, his eggs are young but not completely fu-ed.
So she covered it with dark brown sauce and he gave his lips a smack
What happened next was kind of gross it was an Egg Fu Young attack.
He dropped his fork into the gravy and never tried to wipe it clean
He just grabbed it and his fingers ended up with gravy in between.
He dropped his knife into the pool then snatched it with his hand,
He looked like General Custer at his last brown gravy stand.
With gobs of gravy on his fingers he gave his hair a flick,
And the warm brown mushroom moose he wore helped his do to stick.
There are gravy marks across his face where the fork had randomly strayed,
His prowess at eating Egg Fu Young is now for all the world displayed.
And even though there is gravy everywhere on table, chair and floor,
My mother only smiles at him and asks, “Would you like some more?”
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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