Hogs and canines, I am told,
Turn green at what goes in my hold.
Fellow humans enter spasms
At things that soothe my inner chasms.
Friends of mind with quite broad miands
Have hysterics at my viands;
And some who lap up beer and skittles
Cry heinous things about my vittles,
I do not mind my hecklers’ glee–
The less they eat, the more’s for me.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 6, 1949
