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This poem is from the ''My Testimony -- To Soar With Jesus Collection''. Written by Daryl Stout. (C) Copyright 1989, 2024 by Daryl Stout. All Rights Reserved. Any abuse or unauthorized usage of this poetry will be dealt with at The Judgment Before Jesus Christ. The ''Soar With Jesus'' Eagle Design was created and designed by Dale Larison, and it is used by permission.
After a visit in June, 2022, with Jeff, KC0JC, I thought of an appropriate tribute poem to Smokey...a pig that Grady, W4GLE, had gotten; and eventually had slaughtered for preparation of meals for food for the needy in his community. He also has what he calls ''Shady G's Barbecue Sauce'' and ''Cowboy Candy''...contact him at his email address on the QRZ Ham Radio Callsign Website for details. Several fellow ham radio operators tried to get Grady to not ''do Sokey in''...but in the end, preparing meals for the hungry was more important.
When a ham radio operator eats ham, they're termed as ''cannibalistic'' (hi hi)...and I was that at an area Subway restaurant, at a central Arkansas area Love's Truck Stop. Jeff is an over the road (OTR) truck driver, and he got into Little Rock a day early before he had to make a delivery. So, we gathered to ''break bread'' and fellowship.
However, I think I've been doing the ham radio traffic nets way too long (I've been licensed since 1991), and have too much time on my hands (hi hi). But, this is my first (and likely last) attempt at doing limericks. I prefer the rhymed verse poetry better.
Daryl, N5VLZ
Written by Daryl Stout, N5VLZ
Not wanting to see butcher shop.
For Smokey did want this to stop.
But, all was in vain.
The sacrifice gained.
Now on the rack there like pork chop.
We tried to see Smokey was saved.
From cookery's fire grave.
But, just like his rig,
He roasted this pig.
The porkers all think he's a knave.
Bacon, ham, sausage, or pork.
Devoured there with knife and fork.
Gravy and biscuits,
Tomatoes and triscuits.
Served with wine bottle and cork.
He loaded up fried eggs and juice.
The tastebuds there freed from a noose.
A ham, cannibal.
With food, he'll be full.
The reasons there were so obtuse.
The smoker, ol' Bertha, he'll fire.
The meat foods that one would desire.
The truth now reveal,
He'll cook many meals.
One's appetite is what's required.
To Smokey, we now say, adieu.
Feeding the hungry, you do.
We'll razz without end,
Our cooker, ham, friend.
Chef Grady, with apron, so blue.