My Father, the Carnivore
My father was stellar, made
Prohibition whiskey in the cellar,
put oil of the olive in the center
of his avocado, was no Clarence
Darrow, but was catnip to women,
left some in sorrow, ate prime
red meat like Ribeye and Porter-
house, saved his T- bone at dinner
not for Spot our terrier, but for me,
darling daughter. Now, wasn't
that curious? Not to mention
a bit spurious. A bone for his
daughter, for Spot, Not!
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