A Warm Meal Poem by soren Barrett

A Warm Meal

I once knew an old guy who's eye was always on the side of the road
His stomach would growl when an eighteen wheeler would howl going by with its load
One day I asked why his belly did cry and he answered as his saliva flowed
'Lookin fer sometin ta eat, nutin like fresh meat dat some car 'as bestowed'
Think of the germs, if not the worms, at the least it'll put ya on the commode
Don't you get sick? 'Not if yer quick' as the conversation growed
'If da road kill is still warm it'll do ya no 'arm, but don't eat a squashed toad' he crowed

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