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Hog Heaven

Hog Heaven
 
"Do you eat corn on the cob typewriter style
   or around in circles?"
 
That's the first thing I said
   as we slipped into the booth
   at Chuck and Lou's Barb-B-Que.
She laughed and said, "Typewriter."
   Then her eyes lit up.
   "Hey, I got one."
 
"Do you scoop baked beans with a spoon
   or spear them with a fork?"
I gulped down a swig of Hires and answered,
   "I'll show you when the food comes."
 
A few minutes later,
   she was typing away on her corn
   and I was spearing beans. 
She wiped her lips with a big cloth napkin,
   looked around and whispered,
   "Wanna hear a secret?" 
 
"When I put peanut butter on toast
   and no one's looking,
   I eat it upside down
   so it doesn't stick to the roof of my mouth.
Promise not to tell?"
 
It was a match made in hog heaven.
 
Every anniversary, we tell our kids that story,
   and they just roll their eyes.

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