The Knitty Grit of It

(In Honor of The Annual World Grits Festival in St. George, S.C.)

Grits make you laugh.
Grits make you cry.
Have 'em for breakfast.
Have 'em in pie.

Would walk to hell and back,
Just for a spoonful.
Spacemen beg for a smack.
S'why NASA's got the moon full.

Could go on and on.
My nature's of a poet.
After this line I'm gone.
Just gettin' hot, wuncha know it.

By Carmen Chimento