Ribs
My sweet wife sent me downtown for some ribs.
She said to go ahead and she’d watch the kids.
When I arrived there were cars everywhere.
There was absolutely not a space to spare.
I began to wonder what the hell was going on.
I almost had to park up on someone’s lawn.
I finally found a spot some distance away.
Then started hoofing it all the way.
It was the annual Blues, Brews, and Barbeque.
There was people everywhere drinking their brew.
Lines were long and not moving fast.
I found my favorite rib booth at last.
After considerable time, I placed my order.
The lady asked me if I had a quarter?
It was 22 dollars to go, without the bib.
That was for a full rack of St. Lewis ribs.
I left with the ribs but, I didn’t get far.
I bumped into people which made me jar.
I came close to dropping the ribs.
One guy asked me if they were his.
Eventually I made it back to my car.
Fortunately I didn’t have to drive too far.
I arrived home safely with the ribs.
I gave them to the wife and kids.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt.
The thought made me feel like a dope.
I got ribs for all, you see.
But, I didn’t get any ribs for me————R. W. Johnson———(2011)