Salute the American eagle.
He’s a very good bird, always
keeping his word.
He is loyal and he never
smokes.
Majestically takes to the air.
To his red, white, and blue
underwear.
He no longer acts regally.
A Geographic Meal by Jeff
Nathan
I’m Hungary
right before my meal,
And boy, this hunger sure
Israel,
So, time now, to
get China for the table.
A Cuba
sugar in my tea,
Then Turkey’s
the first food for me,
And next, it’s
time for Chile,
if I’m able.
Oh, could Jamaica
pizza please
And open a Canada peas.
Iraq of ribs should
follow what you're making.
I’ll have this
Danish
-
one more piece,
With
French fries just pulled
from the Greece.
This Sweden
sour pork, though, has me aching.
“Come quickly, now”,
said an old man,
“Russia
over here” and so Iran,
Just
as that stuffed and bloated feeling gripped me.
The man told me
he had a cure,
“Oh, Italy’s
this Spain,
for sure.”
I bought some of
his pills but, gosh, Egypt me.
So, doubled over
from the pain,
It isn’t fair
that I complain;
Common sense is
more of what I’m needing.
Instead of
gorging like a dummy,
I could use this
rule of thumby:
“You should
never travel while you’re eating.”
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