Gastro Gnome

its times like these..
I'm glad I eat stuff
others don't care for .
by a long chalk
I'm in the front
for pickled herring,
or garlic soup.
there's no rush
to purchase
Black Rye,
I dont need butter nor
sugar nor milk.
I smile knowing
my stock is vast,
till it runs out..
But mother taught us,
how to can..
and I can can..
Que the music.