My Friendly Man Poem by me poet yeps poet

As you know well
so many dawns we lived,
do tell
We ate to live then
Now as our ribs bring about strain
nothing between our lips does remain
You know the remaining dawns we will live
to eat only

What of ribs
I will be In BBQ next to you this Xmas
shall not have turkey
but will eat your ribs, lovely

No, not yours
the ones you offer gladly
and I shall massage your knee
with utmost sympathy
soon you will walk alongside with me
as friend you are a brave man
and friends like you I love

O superman

Rare breed like you
as if you were alongside
Mississippi or Hudson maybe

ribs I will eat gladly
keep them ready
I will be soon around surely
Yes BBQ, but which?