{"id":2084,"date":"2016-01-29T10:29:01","date_gmt":"2016-01-29T18:29:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=2084"},"modified":"2016-10-04T10:48:57","modified_gmt":"2016-10-04T17:48:57","slug":"160129","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/01\/29\/160129\/","title":{"rendered":"160129"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2016\/160129.png\" \/><\/p>\n<p>160129<br \/>\nCrave crate for the grave<\/p>\n<p>Eating White Castle for my lunch<br \/>\nThose sliders sure are fun to munch<br \/>\nThere are no stores on the west coast<br \/>\nNo fresh ones just frozen at most<br \/>\nNo onion chips or chicken rings<br \/>\nI never get to eat those things<br \/>\nSo here beside the microwave<br \/>\nI gorge into an early grave<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"160129 Crave crate for the grave Eating White Castle for my lunch Those sliders sure are fun to munch There are no stores on the west coast No fresh ones just frozen at most No onion chips or chicken rings I never get to eat those things So here beside the microwave I gorge into an early grave\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>160129 Crave crate for the grave Eating White Castle for my lunch Those sliders sure are fun to munch There are no stores on the west coast No fresh ones just frozen at most No onion chips or chicken rings I never get to eat those things So here beside the microwave I gorge into &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2016\/01\/29\/160129\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">160129<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[53],"class_list":["post-2084","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-food"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2084"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2084"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2084\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2088,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2084\/revisions\/2088"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2084"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2084"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2084"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}