A poem about grits…just because I can Grits are salty Never sweet Drenched in butter Good to eat But if you leave them in the pot Pry them loose you will not Sharing is caring!Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Hah! I miss grits.