Once upon a Memphis lunch break,

While I pondered hungry for hungry’s sake,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of pulled pork menu,

Suddenly there came a grumbling,

As if my tummy was a’rumbling,

Rumbling for a burger venue.

“I wonder if they have b-burgers” I stuttered, “in this house of bar-b-que”

Aah, distinctly I recall,

It was in the early Fall,

When each separate  mealtime call,

Wrought that meat within my core,

Eagerly I wished the waiter,

Bring me food! Be the cater!

Cater the food I will adore!

The medium rare and radiant beef among this Porky Pig decor.

Alas, burgerless here forever more.

And the predictably, sad, uncertain,

Way I watched Trixie and her scan,

Slowly, SLOWLY as she read while I silently swore

Filled me with a sense of dread,

When to the waiter she finally said,

“I’m gonna need just a minute more”

Presently my hunger grew stronger,

Trixie said, “Just a moment longer”

’til I could wait no more!

“Madame”, I said, “Your forgiveness I do implore”

“Feed me now! Right this minute!

Give me a sandwich!

I don’t care what’s in it”

But, FOOD, I must before I pass out on the floor!”

The shedevil glanced up and said,

“Almost ready. Now don’t get sore.”

Deep into her dark eyes peering

Long I sat there wondering, fearing,

If she would ever decide on a plat du jour.

When the waiter returned the silence was unbroken,

And I felt like chokin’

With the echo of  the words then spoken…

“Just another minute more”

This I whispered and the waiter murmured back to me…”Sure”

And, my Trixie, never flitting,

Still is sitting. STILL is sitting,

Reading the menu they gave us at the door.

And her eyes have all the seeming,

Of a demon’s that is dreaming,

With no intention of ever of selecting either or.

And my soul has given up hope as I am passed out on the floor.

I just wanted a burger, which I will get…nevermore.