Original Poems

Beef Stew

 Why should I be the only thing
 In my house that's pressure cooked?
 
 I used a crockpot,
 Am a crackpot,
 That seems right.

 When days grow cold,
 A hearty stew is just the thing.
 Of course, I live in Georgia, USA,
 And so, the days aren't cold.

 I stewed over the preparation of this;
 Crying over the cutting of onions,
 Steeped in the family tradition of never
 Stopping a joke until it's

 Overcooked

2 thoughts on “Beef Stew

  1. Loving the food poems, especially since I made beef stew the other day too, even though it is also warm here in TN. Fall demands fall food whether the weather cooperates or not!

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