Redeye GravyA Poem by Sunflower/Sara KendrickQuatrain, humorousNow sits the redeye gravy in the pan It certainly is not at all like jam Mom made it years ago for her man Fry some country ham, pour coffee bam
Never knew why it was called redeye Then my grandson informed me just why Men who had been out late had bleareye Who looked like they had been drip-dry
I always thought that it was because It had dark red color from drippings In my home it got an applause I thought that it was God's blessings
I learned my husband doesn't like it My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy When I make it only make a bit Always redeye gravy left heavy
Today decided to place on grits Feed to the cats see if they like it Now cat is running around won't sit I guess that caffeine gave them lift © 2010 Sunflower/Sara KendrickAuthor's Note
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