I don’t know
what scrapple is

I don’t want to know
what scrapple is

however many years
it’s taking off my life
I’m gaining in delight

the waitress seems
to think I’d want syrup

syrup on scrapple?
is she messing with me?
is she testing my mettle?

I eat my scrapple plain
I’m for simple pleasures

there’s a note on the window
on the window that reads
“CALL Mike when we
have fried oysters again”

can you believe it?
on the same menu,
fried oysters and scrapple!