Once upon a day quite boring.
As I wondered, Weak and hungry.
I studied the fridge full and waxing, bursting with the pure love of man.
While i looked, nearly clapping,
Spotting the ribs upon their racking.
Glazed and glistening, gently stacking—heaven’s feast at my command.
Ribs so tender, richly stacking—heaven’s feast at my command.