Leath'ry meat...
Strips of heaven,
What a treat!
Zesty, salty,
Dried-out cow,
Don't want it later,
I want it now!
So many flavors,
Oh, how they mock me!
Pepper, garlic,
Ter-i-yock-ee.
Other beasts,
Can be jerky too,
Rabbit, deer
And kangaroo.
But you, beef jerky,
are jerky king,
Smoky, chewy,
To you I sing.
So buy a package,
Toss the wrapper,
It's jerky time,
Now shut yer yapper!
nwb
Click here to read my other foray into bad poetry about a food of dubious merit.
6 comments:
I am inspired. I too have recently come back to beef jerky after a long hiatus.
Adrianne, that wilderness is cold and lonely. Welcome back into the fold, dear child.
nwb
I can vouch for that.
Can you believe I've never tried it?
What's this? What's this?
No, this I cannot abide.
nwb
I am sitting here eating my favorite brand of beef jerky - Steakhouse Beef Jerky - and enjoying this poem.
Steakhouse Jerky is made exclusively for and distributed by Walgreen's and it is the best jerky around. The front of the bag states it's "low fat," "good source of protein," and "absolutely delicious." But the catch phrase that hooked me was "Hand chunked & formed from solid strips of beef." What more does anyone ask for in a food product?
Darin,
You can't ask for anything more. Hand chunked means quality.
I'm running to Walgreens right now for some Steakhouse Jerky, which I will send to Falling Rock posthaste.
nwb
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