Grandpa Jack loved black-eyed peas.
He would really slurp down macaroni and cheese.
He could eat a whole apple pie.
And gnaw on barbecued spare ribs while drinking a large beer mug dry.
He loved green apples fresh off the trees.
You could smell his green apple farts floating on the breeze.
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The eating process of Grandpa has been nicely and touchingly inscribed. Interesting to read. Beautiful poem.