Poems That Tickle My Feet XVI--- Roadkill Rob
Roadkill Rob --- By Pat Gillem
We call him ' Roadkill Rob' cause that's his name,
to waste a good roadkill, would be a doggone shame.
His recipes are famous, from shore to shining shore,
we even thought of selling them, from door to door.
The aroma, the smell! Oh, what a culinary delight,
we all line up for a plate, there might even be a fight!
There is bruised Deer Chops,and flat rabbit stew,
it all taste delicious, and so good for me and you.
There is smashed squirrel nuggets,and rolled pheasant swirl,
and a secret dish his wife makes, called,' Armadillo Twirl.'
So if your driving down the road, and you see a brake light,
It's probably Robby picking up roadkill, for saute'ed possum tonight
If you stop at Robby's, you never know who you'll meet,
who know's, Ronald McDonald might even stop to eat!
