I’m a spare spare rib lying cold in your fridge

I once was hot

Then someone forgot

To serve me up with the other lot

And as nobody returned me to the pot

I’m a spare spare rib

In barbecue sauce

I come from a pig not a cow or horse

You could have had me for starters or for your main course

But you didn’t…

So I’m a spare spare rib

No 42

On the local Chinese takeaway menu

Abandoned at the back of the queue

Like a single sock or a solitary shoe

I’m a spare spare rib

A bit of meat sitting on some bone

Contemplating a future alone

In this silver foil dish I now call my home

I’m sorry to moan

And moan and moan

But I’m a spare spare rib

No longer looking so appealing

I’m chewy and tough and my gravy’s congealing

So don’t over order when you get your next meal in

‘Cause remember we ribs too have feelings

I’m a spare spare rib

It’s so not fair

I could have tasted terrific cooked medium rare

But I was left by myself when everyone had their share

So I’m a spare rib going spare