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wrote this a while back about one of our loved hot lunches at school.
An Ode To Chicken Fried Steak
Oh Tuesday, how I've longed for your presence
Is it chicken? Is it Steak? Perhaps it is pheasant
The wait is over, my heart lowers
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock
"Just a minute early?"
I plead as I sense the stampede
A nod of the head and my feet hit the floor
I haven't had firsts yet I'm dying for more
I must beat the crowd
You say cuts don’t apply?
I'm sorry sir, but that's just a lie.
It happens to be every man for himself
and this 2.90 of mine is the highest of wealth
I've failed before, but I must try again
"You're beautiful love, where have you been?"
A wink and a smile, but no extra gravy
Maybe next week, maybe, just maybe
I remembered my knife, but have forgotten the pepper
Travel back you say? Why a foolish endeavor
My bum meets the chair like an E-Harmony pair
No matter the women, no matter the fights
I'm eating this meal, and that is my right
What a tasty first bite of this meaty enigma
My only wish that it be, just a little bit bigger
The corn fades away, and the green beans too
The spuds call my name
"It's just me and you"
You're notoriously known as a molten hot lava
If only your starch could be brewed into java
What's that you say, lunch has come to an end?
As warnings of the pacer escape from a friend
With fear in my stomach and sweat on my brow
I manage a whisper, "Not now, Not now"
Till we meet again, you beefy surprise
Let's hope your consumption won't be my demise
