Arkansas Gyro

   
   "Arkansas Gyro"
   
   Me, Leaf Flint, and I'm a girl, well, really a lady, lost in my middle-ages, driving a funked-out family wagon; however, hubby put in a small block Ford motor, dual-exhaust, high intake on an old-fashioned carb, and double-pump of sumth'n.  
   Always the Greek Food Festival, with our bunny child Patrick, we called him Pat, like the Rams' QB back before the Italian guy played in the 1980 Super Bowl.
   It was easy to eat there.  For the Yee-Ro.  That's how he pronounced Gyro--"Jie-Ro," I solidly say.  
   Schwarzenegger talks a good talk.  Comprehensible and articulated fella.  Down here, where the Hogs run screaming scarlet, bleeding a bodacious bastard's "poor man" team, yet so magnificently honest in their diligent devotion to the Natural State of thangs.  
   I just wish that I had inherited more expensive time to regally raise our wondrous child, while he (hubby) gathered up an awesome adventure, like a spy novel, in order to complete the magical marriage with live-action challenges involving esoteric espionage or covert ninja stuff.
   A girl can be a lady.  Too, a girl can dream that her husband is James Bond.  A pleasure to serve the British, and what it boldly means to be animated as them.  An elegant history, and futurity.