Deep Fried Gravel

“Deep fried gravel?”
She asked with shock.
“Deep fried gravel.”
It said in a gravelly talk.
In all of her years
At the family diner,
She had never been asked,
For a dish by a Miner.

“Won’t it stick in your throat?”

“Naw I eats like a goat.”

“Won’t it weigh you down?”

“Naw, I’m as spry as a clown.”

“Won’t it make your tummy ache?”

“Naw, I love it for goodness sake.”

So into the pan went a handful of rocks.
Easier she guessed than a deep fried cinder block.
Ten minutes of heat and onto the plate,
You know we all watched as the miner ate.
Once down he let out a belch and a thanks,
He walked out the door sounding much like a tank.
No matter what, she won’t make fun of the diet,
Cause no matter the cost she just won’t try it.
So the Miner is welcome to that fried treat,
She’ll just sit back amazed by the feat.

Deep Fried Gravel

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For Poefiction

“Deep Fried Gravel”

The lighter side.

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  • Max Gatrell
  • jcmontgomery
  • Paul Rees-Jones
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