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Kneeblets

I’ve stacks of sacks of frozen peas Inside my freezer. When my knees Are sore and aching, then I need ’em. When I’m hungry, though, I eat ’em.

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Fritterfest

Fritters are my favorite fruit. I keep a couple in my suit In case I’m asked to meet the queen. (You diplomats know what I mean.) They’re why God made those little green Ingredients of which we sing In Indiana’s … Continue reading

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I’ll Check Back In 20

Pathetic is the word that springs To mind when I inspect the things That shelter in my Frigidaire. It’s nearly Hubbard-cupboard bare, Discounting several chunks of cheese; A cure for some unknown disease In incubation on a heel Of sourdough; … Continue reading

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Foot Ball

The penguin took my meatball But I won’t have him arrested. He only wants to play with it, As he himself’s attested. He’s practicing for fatherhood: He keeps it on his feet For warmth and its protection. After practice, then … Continue reading

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Ballpark Franks

Mustard is a vegetable And hot dog buns are partly wheat. What’s greener, too, than relish? We’ll Concede the lack of “meat.” Let’s eat!

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How Geographic Proximity and a Coincidence of English-Irish Pronunciation May Have Contributed to a Pernicious Cultural Stereotype

Alcoholism’s a risk Where “food” is bia and “water” uisce.

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Now What?

Taxes: Filed. Oscars: Scored. Dinner: Eaten. Status: Bored.

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