The “Coney” is closed and has been two days – I’m hungry already – and double I’s pay – To be able to order my burger and chips – To just sit and talk while I eat and sip. I don’t think it’s fair that the “owners” of “Coney” – Can just go away while… Read More I’M HUNGRY by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Your product has been baked at night, when we were fast asleep – And early morning finds you, on your way with special treats. In the winter time on frosty morns, when Jack Frost nipped your nose – You started out with food so fine, and may have had some frost bit toes. Now I’m… Read More GAYLE’S ODE TO FRED by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
The hotdogs we’ve served, we’d oft’ like know – If put end to end, just how far they would go. And the hamburgers we’ve fixed, you’ve consumed near and far – If stacked on each other would reach for the stars. Take the chili and the soup we’ve prepared with such ease – If… Read More 25 YEARS by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
Ramblings of an Old Coot 