Ima Ryma

Prep Price - Poem by Ima Ryma

At the chic Cannibal Cafe,
A diner does ask the waitress
About the prices on display,
Why some items are so much less
Than others, like the tourist plate
Was 5 bucks, the explorer fried
Was 6, broiled missionary,8.
But the baked Demmie, along side
The grilled Repubbie - each was priced
One hundred bucks for a pol - why?
Asked the diner - must be pork spiced.
'For prep, ' the waitress did reply.

'Have you ever tried to clean one, '
'They're so full of crap - 'taint fun! '

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

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