A remnant from the millennium stash
Dehydrated chili, what could go wrong?
Tomatoes, nosh, and juice, those shouldn’t clash.
We have Black Bart, and lunch will not take long.
Reconstituted it’s nothing but yuck.
Still crunchy this is hot like hellish brew
It sticks onto the ribs and fills the stomach.
But only for a sec—then you can’t chew.
It’s gotta be bad if the dog won’t eat
With clayey flavor thickening the air
There’s not a point to being discrete
This pot of meat and bean stew, none could bare.
This brutish Bart, no mortal man is he.
The label death, now I know him to be.
2 comments:
Is this from a backpacking trip? None of that Y2K food was very good. There are still a few items left, would you like me prepare those on your next break? :-)
So very, very good, Caity!!! What was the reaction to this one?
Love and miss you!!
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