Reason A. Poteet Poet Rhyme

The Last Organ Grinder

Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal,
some people spell them awful.
Scottish chefs can do them right
Haggis, a meal, out of sight. 

Making a proper meatball sandwich
is virtual what-not-who and which
needing perhaps some extra spice
supply it with a bit of Scotch hype.

The last, best organ 'grinder' that I got
was on Panera Bread’s French baguette, hot.
Barrel-shaped bread held tight as treasure
the tin cup for the drink of my pleasure.

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Paula Goldsmith November 23, 2023 at 7:44 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed your wonderful/creative/fun write. When do we eat??? Have a great/wonderful day writing away...........

Silent One November 22, 2023 at 12:01 PM Interesting take on the contest.. congratulations on your placement in the contest.. Reason A. Poteet November 22, 2023 at 2:02 PM I thank you, Silent One. I supposed you the host, might disregard my attempts at humor for your unique prompt of an Organ Grinder. I thought of my granny's sausage dressing (Thanksgiving season as it is) from which I could never determine the ingredients. I appreciate the placement and wish you a Happy Thanksgiving Day tomorrow however you celebrate. We have a new great grandson, a week and two days old tomorrow. He is our first third generation descendant.