Vittles
Vittles
Well what we got for breakfast, big piece of apple pie? maybe some chicken but I think that’s gone by.
Maybe have some oatmeal, but I sure do hate that stuff, depends on how I feel or if I’m hungry enough.
Or how ‘bout grits with spam and eggs or fried up chicken legs,
and we’ll top it with the bottom of the keg, slurp up them dregs.
For desert maybe suck on some skittles,
and thank the cook for these here vittles.
Robert A. Dufresne
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