Badger Gumbo🥘

 
 
Two jogging down a sunny stretch of beach,
To make out that the couple as they’re viewed
Just far enough from bathers out of reach,
Old as their moms and dads, and in the nude.
 
It was that year I’d trained to be a chef,
And trending off the Keys, a new resort.
I found myself addressing many guests,
To learn what was their favorite dish of sort.
 
And lo’, behold, the couple I’d heard tell
That streaked so leisurely upon the beach,
Had just arrived with scent of suntan gel
On stretchmarked bodies fuzzy as a peach.
 
They smiled & told me they were Texas-born,
I asked ‘What favorite food is best to you?’
The lady laughed ‘I think you’re cute as corn!
‘Oh! Badger gumbo’s fine, just call it stew!’
 
So, through the day, I did the best to try
What pantry shelves & freezer had in stock.
The stove with boiling pots all two feet high,
With everything to make my badger “mock”.
 
Add lots of seasoning, the way I do,
Then put in ochre, scallion, garlic clove,
And plenty jalapeño peppers, too.
I toss in anything that moo’ed or crowed.
 
So, comes the eve’ning, ev’rybody sat,
A waiter serves the guests who take the bait.
The nudist couple eat and start to clap,
And scream ‘This is the best we ever ate!’
 
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019