Ode to the T-Bone (from a Daydreaming Dog)
Oh, dear T-bone, my tender muse,
You haunt my thoughts, you light my fuse.
Your marbled grace, your savory scent—
A gift from heaven, steak heaven-sent.
I see you now, juicy and hot,
Do I snatch you or do I not?
My lady brought you home last night—
I sniffed, I drooled, with delight.
They say love’s blind, but I see clear:
You’re all I want, you’re all I cheer.
Forget the ball, forget the bed,
You’re mine, dear steak, nice and red.
So here I stand, in my quiet stance,
My nose is ready to have a chance
You’ll reappear, my dream come true—
Oh, yummy T-bone, I sure want you.

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