Must be Beef and Taters

Beef and taters are a meal thought Dad
Didn’t want Italian, which he never had
Refused to try chicken, pork or fish
Beef and taters were his only dish

Would not eat pasta, it did not look good
Brought home steak from the farm when he could
Liked potatoes broiled, stuffed, cheesed and baked
Beef and taters are for what he ached.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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