Der Heir Frier Fuhr- "America say- if it looks like and feels like and tastes like crow ....it wont mix well with the rich crumbs you had for dinner.

Frozemall
the peasant
was as hesitant
as a peasant
would plesantly
eat gormet pheasant
instead of crow mein

And he didn't know the words
"You know what I mean"
And crow to him was no bitter
than the once over his ole leader
gave 'is public to eat for their dinner

an over and over twice on holidays
as a rare gift
And it didn't look taste or feel any
different
from the ole hard owned spoon
he 'ad ate a square million measured
meals

As he was hesitant trade his crow
For the rich crumbs
the mayor 'ad 'ad on his table

And the mayors guest Betty Grable
he'd not of known
runned into twice?
or shared his bed hold and house
every day a year at der table

And so
though hesitiant
though
signed and sealed his passing thought
and 'a joined the party for dinner

as a guest's
aghast
first grazing gaze:
"an acorn
on fours
'a crow two feet in dis-quiet"
"'an 'is crow
'is leader gave 'em
he always ate
he liked so well
escrew:
"less acrued the added two"
-crow-mein--crumbs"
than the six feet
he once could add seen
well at d'table"

an the table's balanced backwoods
'ad Frozemall
sealed in dis-hell of an ascorned'
'an fruitless winter


Marvin Eli Kirsh