The Culprit
On this lovely day, little Joseph
went to Grandmother's to visit and play.
Sure wonderful to be pampered
in such a special way.
The Presidents address couldn't
compared to what he said that day.
That evening, Grandmother supposed
that he'd be hungry before long.
She set about to cook the evening meal
while they sang their ABC song.
Substantial nutrients will make
my little man child strong.
Some potatoes, cabbage, green beans,
meatloaf and cornbread
Yes, hopefully this should satisfy;
She rush to get them fed
Culinary southern style
surely isn't dead.
Anxious and hungry appetite,
as he climbed into his chair
He lunged in with enthusiasm
For he loved grandmothers' fare
made with loving care.
His complacent face bestowed.
Edibles disappear until
that mouth full of cabbage, Whoa!
He didn't like this present
not even a bow.
Now his statue froze in disbelief
What was this agony and grief
For the savory taste buds
had been replaced by this thief.
Sparkling lights danced around
in those eyes so Innocent.
Small hands grasped the glass
to stop this awful lament.
Oh, my!" grandmother exclaimed,
what has caused this event?
Now that fried cabbage
she must have a taste.
Realization the home-dried pepper
was the culprit in this case.
Cayenne had snook in that jar
Incinerator of heat bizarre
Oh, lovely cornbread
My savior thou are!
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