The following is a eulogy for Dairy Queen and Kentucky Fried Chicken:
If I’m dying for a blizzard,
Do I contact Mr. Wizard?
Or do I drive to New Mexico?
And if I want a chicken dinner
(the finger-lickin’ was a winner),
A little further down the road I’ll go.
While there I’ll shop at Sam’s
(They’re cheaper on jams and hams)
And I can gas up at the same spot
But Durango, don’t despair,
Sharing the wealth is always fair.
And after all, you’ve got a lot.
Remember, you have legal pot.
Patsy Basham
Ignacio
