I'm thinking of food quite
a lot these last days.
So many delights,
served in so many ways.
My favorite's the meatballs -
they're sweet and they're sour.
You roll them up small and
you cook them an hour.
The sauce is not something
you eat on a diet.
But boy is it good stuff,
you really should try it!
You serve them on rice -
I prefer the Basmati.
And nothing's too good,
says my wife, for her Scotty.
You finish the dish with
some corn as a side.
You can't have just one plate -
I know, ‘cause I've tried.
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