Pause for a deer in the road,
then wait for the doe's fawn to go —
they don't know that I've eaten my fill:
with that club sammich,
pigs might hate me right now
but tomorrow they'll get over it;
and turkeys are too dumb
to know they've got it comin',
each day a fresh dynasty.
And I wish I had a brain
like a cantaloupe:
great with salt, mellow, and seedy.
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