A poem for my friends in Club 30. 
Toast to
Appetite
I intend to eat the bear
That you see over there.
My dog would like to eat it, but
I have too well trained the mutt.
The bear is mine.
First, some wine,
Then Im going to eat the bear.
Broiled, mostly, medium rare.
Eat it all, from zotch to goozle.
Small bits fried in lard, as usual.
May well eat it all tonight.
Couldnt, without Appetite.
Appetite! Every bite
I take I own to you for being there.
And now, Ill be off with my bear.
Roy Blount, Jr. (1941 - )
