Eating Crow

I’ll admit here and now,

There’s a lunch I’ve come to know;

Yessir, many times down to chow,

I’ve eaten my fair share of crow.

An acquired taste I must say;

But who am I to grumble?

Sometimes the piper you must pay,

And there’s a time to be humble.

So come good folk gather round,

With this menu I will be;

Yessir, come on sit yourself down,

The joke alas is on me.

Mmm, good old crow mine to munch

Steaming there upon my plate;

And ‘just desserts’ I have a hunch

Some wise ass is bound to state.

And I’ll just smile and sorry say,

Most sincerely don’t get me wrong;

But crow for lunch come what may,

Afterwards I’m moving on.

Until the next time bound to be,

This is more than just a hunch;

If you knew me like I know me,

There’ll always be crow for lunch.