Lunch at CayCay's
Please enjoy this fictional imagining of my lunch at CayCay's, inspired by the realization that there are some subtle differences in our food tastes.
Who should I have the pleasure to meet?
Why, CayCay, who invited me over to eat,
where she nicely offered me a seat -
"Have some pig's feet! You may choose
to have them with or without shoes."
"I'll take the shoes, but hold the laces",
I said, as I tried to not to make weird faces,
but I was thinking, "leaping lizards",
when she dished out chicken gizzards.
Just about then, I was ready for walkin'
when she served up cornbread. Now we're talkin' -
grits, and hominy and sweet potato pie!
I can't wait till next time I'll be stoppin' by.
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