Some Starsky-inspired doggerel that occurred to me on the way to work one morning.

Hope it elicits a smile or two.

A STEAK OUT

by: e-pony

Fishes' eggs
And boollabeggs.
(Did I spell that right?)

An extra fork?
(Man, I feel like a dork!
Do we gotta stay here all night?)

This rental tux
Cost me twenty bucks,
An' these shoes are way too tight.

I wanna go home,
'Fore I finish this poem,
But my partner's not in sight.

Oh, for a stakeout
With blue jeans an' takeout
And a couple a' bad guys to fight!

But me an' Hutch,
We've kinda lost touch,
And I wanna make things right.

'Sides, I lost the bet;
So I'll pay the debt:
Steak an' snails by candlelight!

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