When hunger strikes with pangs to the belly
We drive down the street
To Saul’s neighborhood deli
There are munchers and gazers all about
Checking one and other out
We order some soup
And corned beef on rye
And finish up with hot apple pie
But when we get home
We start to regret it
So we take a Rolaids
Go to bed and forget it.
Geraldine Forer Spagnoli