Monk Stew, Eeeeewwww Poem by Chuy Amante

When evening comes
and the orange boys come home
time to feed 'em an orgy but not like Rome

I gather all that the cat and the mouse left
the shelves are weak and quite bereft
But we eat and we eat well
all diced up and fried to hell
tons of herbs and veggies and root
lots of goodness, makes you toot

All diced and fried now time for rice
and a great time to slip in
something real nice

RARE:

I love it when they fill our alms bowl
with
something fun
I was given cheese once and jumped,
I almost screamed
'Thank You Jesus the Son! ! ! '

All thrown in the pot we all bow
and down the mess, never scowl
Monk stew eeww, monk stew eewwww