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Steak Babies

Updated on May 19, 2016
This is a picture of a similar meal at the actual restaurant Tornado's here in Madison, WI
This is a picture of a similar meal at the actual restaurant Tornado's here in Madison, WI | Source
This is the City/County Building
This is the City/County Building
The Capitol
The Capitol

Steak Babies

In black strappy shoes,

My dinner had come.

It felt like the lottery,

I had won.

The package was small,

It came with a bag of bread.

I opened the box,

To see what charity I

Would be fed.



Medium Rare.




I bit into the meat.

It yielded to my


I could not help but sing.

Bite after bite.

It melted in my mouth.

I yielded to the,


Of the grateful,


Of why the,


Chose me for a


Expensive meal.

And I knew,

I would dream of,

Steak Babies.


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      Deirdre Adele Thompson 2 years ago from Danville, IL

      Haha! Thank you so much Cynthia! It's hard for me to reread what I write. I'm getting better... I hadn't had any red meat in weeks. One night, as I slept at the City/County Building with the other homeless, a very pretty, petite woman approached me with the above offering. I loved her so much for doing that. I joked with my homeless company (between orgasmic bites of the meat that I shared) that I would make her my "baby mama," and we would have steak babies. Thanks for asking!

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      Cynthia 2 years ago from Vancouver Island, Canada

      ThompsonD (Deidre):

      Wow, not only are you a good writer in general, but you write a good poem as well! I love everything you brought into this piece: humor (of course, I'm beginning to think this is your "niche"), the senses, gratitude, and curiosity-- what are 'steak babies in black strappy shoes?" I love it, but ... what are they? ~Cynthia