Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of chicago <br />There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon…….(The Beatles) <br /> <br /> <br />Road Kill was all I wanted to have my tantalizing taste buds taste, <br />Raccoon, all the raccoons seemed to die waste, <br />Along Farm Rd.275 North or I-75 or I-94 or Highway 11, <br />To the gamey diner raccoon is like chicken but more it’s heaven. <br />Alice’s brother said to me “Didn’t you eat ‘coon before? ” <br />I replied “They don’t prepare the ‘coon in Hamtramck.” <br />But in Michigan, downriver from Detroit, they serve muskrat. <br />Muskrats and raccoons they’re all road kill, <br />I thought about and stated we eat lobster, shrimp and crab. <br />Which are the cockroaches and spiders of sea, <br />So why not, have some road kill, <br />you may find out that is your cup of tea. <br />So is the Captain and Tennille going for this delicacy? <br /> <br />(1-21-2008)<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocky-raccoon-ish/
