Tripe Poem by Warren Brown

Grandma's got the gripe
Comes from eatin' tripe
Tried to get her orf it
Ain't no way, you sorry git.

And Grandpa, he gets mad
It's really rather sad
He hates the tripe
Even worse, he hates the gripe

What's this gripe you ask?
Is it something in a cask?
Does it give you pain?
Wonder if you'll ever be the same?

You need to watch your P's and Q's
And say "Grandma, Please
Don't serve me any tripe"
I'd just really hate to get the gripe!

But Grandma loves the stuff
Is wont to get the huff
With folks who eschew
A feed of tripe on which to chew!