Good Friday = Good Eatin' Poem by Johnson Mcvasculardisease

Any time my life was going astray,
It was good ol'Memaw's that made my day,

I can remember it clearly, somewhat a dream,
The smell of Jack Daniels, and good ol' Krispy Kreme,

The food was almost ready, the lamb chops all but cooked,
The power from memaw's feces canon, was the reason the shutters shook,

The food was great and that was the end all be all,
But nothing would beat good Fridays at memaw's