Greenhorn

A New York born greenhorn, name of Talley, Felt a free meal challenge up his alley. Known as seventy-two-ounce steaks abode Into the Big Texan he boldly strode, As the patient Big Texan clock looked on. “I am fair game to feast,” boasted the lad. “To eat all the food waiting to be had. I shall gobble the steak and trimmings too Along with a yard of your finest brew.” And the skeptical Texan clock looked on. Rare steak, potato, salad, brew, and roll To consume all in an hour was the goal. His table was set with food looking grand. Talley then sat down, knife and fork in hand. The referee Texan clock started on. Slashing and stabbing he attacked the steak, Popping meat in his mouth, scarcely to chew, Giving his stomach a challenge to brew. A rare swig of beer was his only break As the alert Texan clock counted on. At fifteen minutes, Talley was on pace To hold himself free of shame and disgrace. He gorged large tomatoes with salad greens, Wishing he had ordered a side of beans. As the steady Texan clock counted on. At half past the hour young Talley felt great, Enjoying with relish all that he ate. The loaded potato seemed so easy Brew kept his stomach from feeling queasy As the earnest Texan clock counted on. Fully forty-five minutes had flashed past Talley knew he that was having a blast. Winning seemed sure, Talley felt the die cast, As bite by bite, he downed his huge repast. The relentless Texan clock counted on. In minutes Talley wore a smiling face Thinking victory he would soon embrace. With seconds left he washed down his last bite, Knowing that he ate a free meal that night. The referee Texan clock ticked time gone. For the watching diners who viewed him nuts, A camera caught him spilling his guts As the victorious youthful Talley Spewed his steak dinner out in the alley And the stoic Big Texan clock looked on.