I could broil me a steak; I could fix me some chops;
Omelettes are nourishing; salads are tops;
Baked ham I could go for; and how I like noodles,
Or anything humans eat, so there is oodles.
The deep-freeze is bulging with food for the thawing;
And the cupboard reveals things, if I keep clawing.
Sea-foods–there’s anchovies–(I am still looking)
Calories are everywhere: all needing cooking.
This almost-starvation is making me droop,
But my wife’s on vacation: I’ll open some soup.
by Ray Romine Monday, April 7, 1952
