Sausage And Gravy Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

My son joined the US Navy
Because of the sausage and gravy.
In the Army it's called SOS
It made my waistline wavy.

I like corn bread with butter and honey.
To make it you really need some money.
I don't have any so I eat rye bread.
With milk and sugar it keeps me fed.

I'm a bird dog from the Florida sticks.
In super markets I find hens and chicks.
I stand and point till the basket comes.
But I get strange looks from everyone.

The money is short so I gather stones,
And lizard eggs right outside my home.
One of the eggs had a rattlesnake,
But it tasted good in my stone soup bake.

Sausage and biscuits are a treasured dream.
I'd rejoin the Army but I'm way too mean.
I put raisins in milk toast and close my eyes.
Holding my nose for a sausage gravy surprise.

Whether Army or Navy
I just want to say,
Sausage Gravy or SOS
Are great either way.