Where's the Beef

Somewhere in the past of here and now we started dining on the cow and now they want us all to stop but they can’t figure out just how. There first attack the realm of coin demands that you call it Sir Loin for he is served with wine, a toast unlike the lower caste Rump Roast The ribs have found a changing niche from barbecue to nouveau riche and pity those way too high strung to savor the juicy silent tongue. Note all the words of sated praise from those who’ve dined on rare fillet and curse all those who let it stay upon the fire turning gray. No burgers, cheese, a side of fries I promise we won’t “Super Size” No more drooling finger lickin’ Let’ just cut out eatin’ chik’n. Perhaps the price is way too steep Perhaps, lets just stop eating sheep. John G. Lawless ©7/25/2022