Why No Burgers For You, My Son: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

No burgers/
or biggie fries./
No teryaki bowl/
of any size./
No fish, or steak/or pizza, 2./
Not even a salad/
or bbq./
The word from mom/
is: “Not ’til dishes r done!”

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