Bisonburger Poem by Ted L Glines

BisonBurger
by Ted L Glines

Browsing Wally-World meats
looking for a deal
some marked-down treats
gourmet delight steal
and what should my eyes
...spy...
bison burger
...ah...
hear the drums
of my ancient Red ancestors
sweaty thrumming hunters
fire dance the buffalo masks
re-enact the hunt
singing father buffalo
to that great bison burger place
...in the sky...
painted warriors leaping
UGGA bugga bugga UGGA bugga bugga
(forgot the words, there)
...but...
you must admit
“UGGA bugga bugga UGGA bugga bugga”
has a ring to it
(la touristas like it)
...and...
after this flight of fancy
I viewed my burger without thrill
expecting gamey necromancy
like aged-on-the-pavement road-kill,
steak seasoning, ketchup,
lettuce-tomato stacked it tall,
and if it had not been for all of this
it would have had no taste at all.
Pay no attention to my whining,
grand adventure - gourmet dining,
if you crave a tasty treat,
new moon risin
skip the bison,
find something else to eat!