What was in that gumbo?

When I came home all tired and hot,

I looked around for my stew pot.

And when I found it, it was drained

of all my gumbo unexplained.

It ain’t Miss Locks done ate my eats.

The one that did left no receipts.

He took my spoon and slurped some down,

then took my bowl and went to town.

I’ve got a special recipe

that churns your stomach like the sea

and makes ya queasy ‘till you run

to your throne room for the fun.

It’ll leave your gizzard clean,

wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.

And all that gumbo that he stole

is gonna take a jumbo toll.

And when he found my perfect cot,

he took my gal there for a trot.

They carried on ‘till just before

I threw them out through my front door.

Then I pulled out the other pot:

the tasty batch they failed to spot.

And oh how sweet it all went down

to know what waited for that clown.

I’ve got a special recipe

that churns your stomach like the sea

and makes ya queasy ‘till you run

to your throne room for the fun.

It’ll leave your gizzard clean,

wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.

And all that gumbo that he stole

is gonna take a jumbo toll.

They didn’t know I had two pots

with ash in one and it was lots,

but not enough that they could taste

the hidden secret I had placed.

It brought them to their knees for days

while my revenge took hold six ways.

They raced each other for his pot,

to get there first and take a squat.

I’ve got a special recipe

that churns your stomach like the sea

and makes ya queasy ‘till you run

to your throne room for the fun.

It’ll leave your gizzard clean,

wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.

And all that gumbo that he stole

is gonna take a jumbo toll.

When Goldy came to eat with me,

we laughed so hard I bruised my knee.

My gumbo cleaned them out so well

that they ate Rolaids for a spell.