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Range Stew

All lined up In a single c rank Twenty two cans of beer fit Inside the barrel of a tank, And driving a tank Is an exhilarating thrill? But at times you can’t? Avoid some road kill. Cookie comes behind And what does he do? Guts and chops and slices? For a nice Range Stew. When you’re tired and hungry And really needing to eat You gobble down the stew Because meat is meat is meat. And when its spiced And cooked up well A mouth starts watering Just at the smell. Just making sure No Rupert is near Off to the breech for A few cans of beer Range stew is fine when Washed down with ale And by and large they all Live to tell the tale. Given the choice It wouldn’t be range stew; When you’re tired and hungry Any food at all will do. Tired and replete All give thanks For the cans of beer that fit Down the barrel of a tank. My Veteran Cavalry friends insist this is true, so thanks Hobbo, Dave R and Harry for the inspiration.

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