Venison or Mountain Oyster

>>> Something like Luis and Smiths, back when <<<

Venison or Mountain Oyster

By Arley Steinhour 012617

Remembering, the good old days,

Not in a few, but many Ways,

As a child of Ten, or maybe Twelve,

We ventured in, where Adults Delve,

Once a year, Louis n Smith would cheer,

With lots of food, and for Elders and Beer,

The Food was Hot, and spicy too,

Enough to feed a hundred, or two.

Food, so tasty, it made one drool,

Enough to think them, almost Cruel,

Waiting for a plate of 'Mountain Oyster,'

Required the patience, of a NUN Cloister.

Foods, like Venison, or Mountain Oyster,

Opossum, or Coon, or even, Burger,

We ate ourselves, into total Oblivion,

While Grandpa, enjoyed the life he was liven.

My brother, Ron, liked the Ham-burgers,

Me too, but today, I would eat with my Fingers,

Mountain-Oysters, galore, and a bit of Opossum,

Perhaps, a gob of Coon, no matter, twas awesome.

Louis and Smith, thought us two, a side show,

Of how much two boys, could swallow below,

Without, getting sick, and asking for more,

Those, were the Good Days, I tell you, for Sure.

No longer a business, both have gone on,

To Heaven above, where they cook for a throng,

Loving of Jesus, they knew where they'd go,

The Bar, was a Place, they put on their Show.

AMEN

(Even Drunks, can go to Heaven)