ramblings and things
Slid carefully down
In a single careful rank
Twenty two cans of beer fit
Inside the barrel of a tank,
And driving a tank
Is an exhilarating thrill
But at times you can’t
Avoid some road kill.
Cookie comes behind
And what does he do?
Guts and chops and slices
For a nice Range Stew.
When you’re tired and hungry
And really needing to eat
You gobble down the stew
Because meat is meat is meat.
And when its spiced
And cooked up well
A mouth starts watering
Just at the smell.
Just making sure
No Rupert is near
Off to the barrel for
A few cans of beer
Range stew is fine when
Washed down with ale
And by and large they all
Live to tell the tale.
Given the choice
It wouldn’t be range stew;
When you’re tired and hungry
Any food at all will do.
Tired and replete
All give thanks
For the cans of beer that fit
Down the barrel of a tank.
Range Stew