I couldn’t complain,

Not nearly enough do I get,

Any extra food I love you can bet,

Specially the kind that does of my stomach stain…

My neighbor doesn’t make his chili often,

But when he does it is too good to pass,

It’s the kind that before its eaten you should go to mass,

For its strong enough to put you right into a coffin…

As well sent over a few ice cream treats,

But it’s the chili with all the enclosed beans & beets,

That keeps me running to the “inhouse”,

Cleaning out my systems with the power of a hose from a firehouse…

© ed ;-) 6/8/09