Mike Hauser Poet Ode

Ode To Porkrinds

Pork rind, Oh pork Rind
As I reach in your bag
I am truly amazed
At the flavor you have

I know where you come from
Just don't want to know where you've been
After all, the truth is
You are a pigs skin

Often the bag holds that bonus
I am seldom at loss
The piece with the hair
Which in the end I can floss

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Tim Smith November 8, 2016 at 9:20 AM lol...oh great now I got a craving

Cheryl Hoffman November 8, 2016 at 9:01 AM Lol, I heard its the hair from their chinny chin chinl! Very cute and humorous write Mike!:)

Jan Allison November 8, 2016 at 7:03 AM ha ha ha I've not had crackling from a bag in many many years - I love it but don't think it's good for you so I always cut off the fat off my meat - oh am drooling now Mike:-) great fun write:-) hugs Jan xx