Six in the morning I rush out of the sack,
Ignoring my knees, how they feel.
But I need hot coffee, hot steaming and black,
And start in on my bowl of oatmeal.
I know it's good for me, and I shouldn't complain,
But oatmeal is not my favorite food.
And my wife's new health kick just drives me insane,
I just smile, and I lie, mmm, honey, this is so good.
Dad gum it to heck, I want some menudo,
Or chorizo and eggs so divine.
Potato and egg tacos with beans made to go,
I think I'm losing my mind.
Oats are for horses and jackasses too,
And look how big those critters get.
All in the hopes of deriving good poo,
Have I got you laughing yet?
5/2/14 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....Mexican food is quite delicious........ Unfortunately you are fated to have oats which is despised by most.... But you have to put on an impression that it is yummy! Somehow as you say it helps to have good poo for oats is full of fibre.... Interesting write!