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somewhere between atkins and southbeach
by Ulyss RubeyI'll drink and dine for my escape-
imbibe the essence of the grape-
partake of steaks and chops galore,
and ask the waiter for some more.
Then without a pause or break
I'll swallow slabs of pie and cake-
suck mugs of blackness from the bean,
and go home in clouds of nicotine. 08/25/2005 Posted on 08/25/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ulyss Rubey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Terry Olynik on 08/25/05 at 08:08 PM You're forgetting two of the most essential food groups - beer & pasta!!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/26/05 at 12:34 AM My kinda man. A cullinary feast for both stomach and soul! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 02/11/06 at 03:37 PM This plentiful poem is no diet plate, Ulyss. You've served up a seven course delight with a caloric count fit for a king. Now I'm ready for a nice palate nap.
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