I'Ll Take a Mess of Fried Possum Innards

I’ll Take a Mess of Fried Possum Innards By Elton Camp The mountain family made its annual trip to town It was with their horse and wagon they got around Sometimes it sort of got them into an awkward tight Since not a one of them had learned to read or write They were drawn to McDonald’s by its good smell What they could buy there they had no way to tell Jake said, “I’ll just ask fer a big pot of turnip greens. They should most shorely know just what I mean.” But that request the server met with a blank stare The family decided that they didn’t serve it there “Then I’ll have some sow belly with pinto beans. After all, that’s jest about as good as turnip greens.” “Sir, all that we have to sell is listed on the menu. To order from that is what I suggest that you do.” Jake didn’t want to admit he couldn’t read a word And was glad when his younger brother he heard “Jake, some fried chitlings sound good to me. Why not order that and we’ll see how it be.” Finally, in frustration, the family drove away Hoping to find another place to eat that day