Are you going to char broil rare?
Partly sane and raspberry mimes.
December freeze in your underwear,
This guy surely has lost his mind.
A side of ribs, some coke and a fresh salad green,
Sauteed young sparrow with black pepper ground,
Pigs in the blanket chilled under a fountain,
They'll need this food they've been sleeping since fall.

Celler blue cake we'll make for dessert.
Partly aged Pillsbury key lime,
without seeds get your nickel's worth,
Then go out and beat up a mime.

With a side of road kill, a sprinkling of chives.
Wash the fresh grapes and slippery eels.
Pork shoulder; spleen and fresh pollish spuds.
Keep underwear on the clothesline 'til fall.

Go on out and find a large quaker ham,
Partly baste with roseberry wine.
Boil in salt water with bacon strand,
Then go out, get blasted on wine.

Hearburn bellows crazing like mad Italians,
Chaos; no order when you eat roadkill!
And the fight for some cure now won't soon be forgotten.

These happy campers stay down under the weather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
They gather it up and they eat it with leather.
They'll cater the affair next time.