Chit'lins or Chitterlings

Cursed by diversity.
And open to debate it.

A curious personality,
Can leave one sleepless.
To romanticize those duties done by mice.
Or puzzled by the non melting of dry ice.
And what keeps it hot...
As well as chilled.

And do pigs care...
Every gristle of theirs can be pickled?
From hoofs to ears.
With their intestines served and hotsauced.

'Are they called chit'lins or chitterlings? '

Called them what you want.
Whatever you do...
Clean and cook them right.
Or they will stink up your whole house,
If you don't.

And some challenges are invitational.
If someone is requested to RSVP to a duel!
Should they respond?
Should one wear a redingote...
A double breasted coat with wide flat cuffs,
And collar?
Worn by men in the 18th century!
Or...
Should such a request be 'Returned to Sender...
All Fools Have Moved From This Address'!
With the knowledge that someone aims to kill.

'I think it's time for you to take a nap! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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