Two Poetic Riddles That'll Fiddle With Your middle.
Two Poetic Riddles That'll Fiddle With The Weight Of Your Middle.
Its first two words are what women who
have been abused often wind up with.
Its common name is what Susan uses
to charm the men when she blossoms.
It will butter you up then kiss your lips
with its exotic flavors drenched in bliss.
Its relatives are sweet and chick,
some will snow you and many will
vigorously snap at you spilling their guts.
It's a good friend who often hangs out
with ham hocks, fried chicken, catfish and turnip greens.
It's a staple at Southern feasts and it often holds the
big, bouncing, bellies of Beloxi Bubba's, balanced over their waistlines.
Handpicked and frozen by a towering Green Giant
chuckling "HO,HO,HO," or simply dried and bagged
for all those who like to toil and boil their culinary delights.
Nutritious, delicious, and it grants all my wishes
for some most auspicious, unique side dishes.
Gut Stickling Good.
Often called true though they are
run of the mill and seldom
found sitting anywhere but a bit
south of what's scrambled or fried.
Known to produce pot belly's
that are anything but cast iron,
drenched in saturated fat
soft as a fluffy white cloud,
they squat beneath
scattered showers of salt.
Polka dotted with pepper
they grace the greasy spoons
where good ol' boys seek viddles.
Bathed in milk and sugar
by the younger clans,
they become a breakfast treat.
Classified on the corny side of
morning's regular sustenance,
yet still I am fond of
their textured consistency
and have always enjoyed my fill.
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