Poem: “Mash Potatoes”, fr. notebooks, Jim Stallings

Mash potatoes

Puddin’ pie

Got a fish bone

On my plate

And a hanger

In my suit

Sure, dress to kill

And lay down your bets,

Tomorrow’s nearly here

And the demands

Never go down

Until you’re buried

In your costume box

With your best suit & tie—

Ready to meet the Big Man

(Or Woman)

(Or Thing)

That started this

Meals on Wheels.

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