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Ryan O'Leary
Poems
Mar 1
We are what we eat
Freedom Fries?
Life is a series of choices
varied as palates with an
array of diverse cuisine's.
Native Americans were
christened by an optical
influence e.g Sitting Bull.
I met an Irishman In London
an Under-Pinner like myself,
his name was 2 Pork Chops.
Mario’s wife in Fulham Bdwy
was the best cook known but
Paddy always ate the same.
I got to thinking that he may
have been illiterate or was it
all he ever tasted back home.
Even today, there are those
who eat at McDonalds, I’ve
never darkened their doors.
I’m more alfresco (a la cart)
or, a Bohemian Belle Etoile*
an adventurous Gaelavanter.
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Ryan O'Leary
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