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! Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
Hah! I miss grits.