Friday, January 23, 2009

Restaurant dining

Eatin out

Chickens ain't got fingers
Buffaloes got no wings
Chili isn't cold
And beans ain't got no strings

All the stuff they serve here
It ain't makin' no darn sense
Instead of bein' relaxin'
This restaurant makes me tense!

I made up this poem for my daughter today as we were waiting to be served at the local Big Boy. It reminded me of my Aunt Vilena who was always so good at making up silly rhymes to make me giggle when I was little. She's 91 now and not what she once was. I miss the good ol' days sometimes, and others I think that these are the good old days.


Mandy said...


Cari said...

There are still Big Boy restaurants?