Wing Night: Just for Fun

by jimowensjr

I like burgers

with curly fries;

Ribeyes, potatoes

Sour cream and chives.

 

Give me a biscuit

With butter and jelly;

Maybe some bacon

To fill this thick belly.

 

If there’s a cookie

It don’t matter much;

I’ll lick up the batter

Chocolate chips and such.

 

But if I’m honest

About such things;

Sometimes I just crave

‘Bout a dozen chicken wings.

 

Make’m hot and spicy

Oh, let me perspire;

Wash me over now with

That Holy Red Fire.

 

Dip’em in ranch or

Some chunky blue cheese;

Battered or naked

Just bring’em now, please.

 

It could be that I

Will later regret;

The choices I made,

And how much I “ett;”

 

Is she staring at me?

Is there sauce on my face?

She hurries her children

“Let’s leave this bad place.”

 

My diet is something

I dare not explain;

My fleshy waistline,

I could surely better maintain.

 

Yes, now it’s true,

That I’m getting older;

But mostly  I wish

my Sam Adams was colder;

 

Someday, tomorrow,

Or maybe next year;

My changing blood work

Might cause me to fear;

 

But it’s a “special” wing night,

Just a quarter for one;

So I’ll have twelve more

And then I’ll be done.

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