Before they hit the evening sack
Some folks must have a midnight snack.
They place their feet beneath a table
And, impervious to brand or label,
Surroundings, figure, day or mood,
Proceed to stuff themselves with food.
Then there are those, ere they retire,
To rest at all find they require
Their spreads, their cheeses and their meats,
Their olives, sauces, pickled beets,
Their jellies, salads, and their breads,
Placed right beside them in their beds.
Both kinds, though, have a cousin (thinner)
Who stops his eating with his dinner.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 21, 1953
