This poem is the sequel to our classic poem, Bacon. It took about two months to finish, just because we hardly worked on it. And when we tried we could never think of anything good to write. Well now it's done at last. It's a real good poem. Just so you know, Andrew tells me that Kabosi is some type of sausage that I don't know how to spell.
Sausage
By Jonathan Charlton and Andrew Saah
May 2 - June 27, 1999
Sausage that big juicy thing on my plate
Sausage that big juicy thing I just ate
Sausage used to be a happy farm animal
I just ate some and now I’m really full
We’re having trouble thinking, we cannot
rhyme a thing
We know it isn’t sausage, but what rhymes
is chicken wing
Walking in some pine trees Andrew just found
A little blue Sprite cap that’s plastic
and round
He flipped over the cap and then lo and
behold
He won a 20 oz. Sprite, and then me he told
I wish I had some sausage right here with
me now
I’d eat as much sausage as my tummy would
allow
Sausage is delicious, it slides right down
your throat
Then it sails in your tummy like a meaty
little boat
Every night while I’m asleep I dream of
eating some
If you dream of sausage too you will be
my best chum
The funniest thing just happened, we both
laughed very hard
This has nothing to do with sausage, or
any other lard
Andrew found a ¼ filled bottle of
Gatorade
He threw it at a goal post and this is the
price he paid
He threw it hard, it bounced right back,
and hit him in the noggin
We’re only writing poetry, we’re both walking,
not joggin’
Sausage is great, it’s nice and zesty
I like to curl up in it and make a nesty
Kabosi sausage is so big
It’s so big it can wear a wig
Kabosi is saucy and quite a delight
Once you try it, you’ll eat it all night
Though sausage may make you fat
It’s so good you won’t care about that
This poem is dedicated to the inventor of
sausage
(c)1999 by Jonathan Charlton and Andrew Saah