WHAT I WOULD LIKE:
Prime rib, rare, edged with crispy fat,
An Idaho baked potato,
Smothered with butter and sour cream,
What do you think of that?
WHAT I WILL ACTUALLY ORDER:
I will have all the fat trimmed off,
And order the steak well done,
The potato will be plain and dry,
Eating is no longer fun.
WHEN I REACH 95 LIKE MY MOTHER:
I'll drink regular coffee and tea,
And eat candy until I burst,
Hot dogs and fries I'll devour
And drink vodka to quench my thirst.
I'll fry three eggs in butter,
Sausage and bacon each day,
I'll eat clams and hams and lobster,
And I'll push the broccoli away.
© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)