For my good friend
by Patrick Patterson
Saturday, November 24, 2001
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Chow time guys the meal is served.
Ralphies got a place reserved.
He's eight months old, and big enough.
He gets to eat big people stuff.
But he's not cool, with his eating tool.
He likes to throw food as a rule.
And some food is so very right.
For tucking somewhere out of sight.
Into tiny obscure places.
Those little open body spaces.
You know those foods, so small and round.
Sometimes hidden and never found.
Its all a matter of luck.
Some feel good but can get stuck.
Ralphie doesnt stop to measure.
When his food gives so much pleasure.
Hey, lets see how dinner goes.
With a raisin up my nose.
It feels so nice and gooshy
Ralphie gives it a little pushy.
Oops, its gone a bit to far.
Amazing just how soft they are.
Ralphie reachs with his finger tips.
Touchs it, but up it slips.
Ralphies up that fabled creek.
He's pushed it almost to his cheek.
Can't get it out its time to cry.
Maybe mamma wants to try.
Mamma looks a bit upset.
She's only pushed it further yet.
Hey guys I know its impolite.
But that suckers really up there tight.
This isn't going very well.
I think I've lost my sense of smell.
Next time theres raisins in my bowl.
I'll put them in the proper hole.
Poor hungry baby that I am.
My nose is eating raisin jam