Chitterlings and Me

I profess I have a certain fondness
for a most foul smelling epicurean delight
And s I'm eating it, I often wonder
how could something that smells so bad,
really taste this deliciously right
Me and chitterlings, we got a thang
It's a down home bond, it's a soul twang
It goes way back when,
to the days of slavery
It fended off starvation then
Man, I love the taste of black history
Yeah, chitterlings and me, we got a thang
Though I confess, it wasn't love at first sniff
But when I'm feeling strong hunger pang,
a pot of boiling chitterlings, I love to whiff

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem