I stopped at a run down Diner one day, on the menu were dishes I couldn't even say; I asked the Waitress, "What do you suggest," "Poodles and Noodles, it one of our best." ~ "I need a minute, could you give me a few, I can't decide on what I will choose;" "That's fine sir, but the soup of the day, is pickled Grasshoppers, on a bed of hay." ~ My stomach did flip-flops, as she walked away, but I decided I'd try something new, anyway; She returned shortly after, with a large Menu, "I'll try number 4, the Baked Possum Stew. ~ How fresh is this dish, did you catch it today," "This morning our cooks scraped it off the Highway;" I waited patiently for my meal to arrive, hoping that after this, I would survive. ~ It wasn't half bad, if I say so myself, so I paid the bill, left the tip on the shelf; I decided that if I ate there again, I'd bring one of my very best friends.