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Me Too

I've often thought (Alone, of course, Where no one else could hear) That all I need to keep me up Is men and food and beer. It's silly, As I full well know, But gives one room for thought: The men would keep me smiling And the food would keep me hot. Or the other way around, of course, It's really all the same - The men would make me rounder And the food would be to blame. Indulgence is the focal point, Regardless of the player. It's fishes for the polar bear And dragons for the slayer. But I was getting close to saying, As I often do, It's beer and food and men for me: Now what is it for you?

Copyright © 2003 Julia Cecelia Smith