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HOT STUFF
Harry and Darry were very good friends. Even though they came
from two different worlds, they spent a lot of time together and
enjoyed each others' company immensely, discussing women and events
of the time.
Harry came from a middle-class family and Darry came from the
poorest section of the East Side; but in spite of their differences
they got along very well.
Harry's family was having a dinner and Darry was invited.
Darry was afraid to go but he had a rapport with his stomach which
spoke to him. "I am hungry all the time and you now have the
opportunity to put food in, so you better go. Even a car won't
go without gas. So you better put some food in or I will ping and
pang you until you do." Darry decided to go to the dinner.
When he arrived at the dinner he was amazed at what he saw.
There was a long table filled with containers of food. A turkey sliced
for taking, and an additional turkey standing by for slicing in case
it ran out. Looking at all this food, Darry decided to stuff as
much as he could into himself so that he wouldn't be hungry so
quickly again.
Darry noticed that the first container had a little tag
saying, "Hot Stuff." He took that to mean that it was a popular
dish and so he decided to take as much as he could of it. He loaded
a heaping tablespoon and gulped it down.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head and his tongue was
hanging out of his mouth gasping for air. Even his ears stood out
in a horizontal position. He began to run around the room like a
wild animal, moaning and groaning.
No one knew what had gotten into him so they chased him and held on
to him asking what happened. He pointed to the container with the tag
"Hot Stuff." They asked him if he wanted some of that and he vigorously
shook his head, "No." He decided to himself he would never eat
another morsel of food unless someone else tasted it first.
In the newspaper's Classified section an ad appeared:
"Wanted. Individual who likes shopping, cooking, and enjoys
eating. For more information please reply to 555-1234."
The first reply stated: You don't want an employee.
You want a WIFE!"
from two different worlds, they spent a lot of time together and
enjoyed each others' company immensely, discussing women and events
of the time.
Harry came from a middle-class family and Darry came from the
poorest section of the East Side; but in spite of their differences
they got along very well.
Harry's family was having a dinner and Darry was invited.
Darry was afraid to go but he had a rapport with his stomach which
spoke to him. "I am hungry all the time and you now have the
opportunity to put food in, so you better go. Even a car won't
go without gas. So you better put some food in or I will ping and
pang you until you do." Darry decided to go to the dinner.
When he arrived at the dinner he was amazed at what he saw.
There was a long table filled with containers of food. A turkey sliced
for taking, and an additional turkey standing by for slicing in case
it ran out. Looking at all this food, Darry decided to stuff as
much as he could into himself so that he wouldn't be hungry so
quickly again.
Darry noticed that the first container had a little tag
saying, "Hot Stuff." He took that to mean that it was a popular
dish and so he decided to take as much as he could of it. He loaded
a heaping tablespoon and gulped it down.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head and his tongue was
hanging out of his mouth gasping for air. Even his ears stood out
in a horizontal position. He began to run around the room like a
wild animal, moaning and groaning.
No one knew what had gotten into him so they chased him and held on
to him asking what happened. He pointed to the container with the tag
"Hot Stuff." They asked him if he wanted some of that and he vigorously
shook his head, "No." He decided to himself he would never eat
another morsel of food unless someone else tasted it first.
In the newspaper's Classified section an ad appeared:
"Wanted. Individual who likes shopping, cooking, and enjoys
eating. For more information please reply to 555-1234."
The first reply stated: You don't want an employee.
You want a WIFE!"
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