Chips N' Gucamole



Bring me chips and guacamole
Bring me chili dogs and gummi worms
If I see another lettuce leaf, we’ll come to grief
Damn celery stalks have germs

Bring me peach pie ala mode
Does this look like Richard Simmons night
Exercise me schlepping heavy trays, ’round big buffets
And just to keep things light for my appetite, bring me diet sprite

Love the guy who sells Good Humor, and it’s not just his ice cream
Icy fingers, there’s a rumor, make ya scream
We’ll have frozen ravioli in our dreams

Like my heroine, Miss Piggy, would I ever use words crass
But at Wendy’s, size me biggy, like my ass
Holy-moley, pour more Stoli in my glass



©2008 Carla Gordon