Moon Baby Poetry 2001 - 2005

Where's the Beef?

Where's the Beef?

Most welcome are you,
at my table to dine
Whatever shall I fix?
to go with your wine?

A southern meal you say,
most fit for a Yankee
A bad bull have I now -
Get Bessie a hankie!

Some beef, that's the ticket!
I'll rustle it up
Some fine barbeque
On that you will sup!

Tender vittles from Hooves
I'll serve to you now
Pretend it's the "chicken"
On which you chow!


Writer's Cramp Entry
On this "bird" you will feast,
Fine meat, fingerlickin!
You'll smile as you say,
Please pass me more chicken!"