I Love This Barbeque Stuff
I love this barbeque stuff, the little piggy said.
His father rolled his sow eyes back into his head.
You know those are porch chops he whispered with ease.
Let me ask you, have you ever heard of mad cow disease?
No said the piggy, but these are honey flavored, Dad.
This is the best meal that you, mom or I have ever had.
You’re a cannibal son, his father said. Nothing to brag about.
Then he grabbed up his son’s full plate and he tossed it right out.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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