Her tone is strong, cigarette held away as she speaks derisively into the mic.

"No-smoking signs, raw mustard greens,
Zucchini by the ton,
Uncooked kale and bodies frail
Are sure to make me run!"

Pause.

"...to..."

That is one defiant grin.

"Loins of pork and chicken thighs,
And standing rib, so prime,
Pork chops brown and fresh ground round-
I crave them all the time.

Irish stews and boiled corned beef
and ribeyes by the scores,
or any place that saves a space
For smoking carnivores!"

She laughs, cigarette heading back to her grinning mouth as the audience starts its applause.