Pound of baloney, loaf of bread, mayo and some cheese, apple pie with ice cream and whip cream if you please. Chicken soup like grandma's, Virgina Honey-Baked ham, seven pimento stuffed olives, and a half pound of candied yam. That is a lovely snack, mom, but I'm a growing tot, I'm still in need of dinner, Is that all you;ve got?
A perfect description of ME! lol. Where's the kitchen?
ReplyDeleteOh that is too funny. Although if I showed you to my fridge, you would surely starve! I need to go grocery shopping like yesterday!!!
ReplyDelete"I'm not afraid of anything," said Kruschev,
ReplyDelete"And they know it!
I'm not afraid of anything
Except, perhaps, a poet."
~ E.Y. Harburg in “Rhymes for the Irreverent”
IMAC would love this!
ReplyDeleteMy fridge is packed with aubergine
ReplyDeleteVisit me, I won't be mean....
You can feast on ham and cheese,
You can munch on all of these!
So, if we were to ask your beauteous bride what you were like when you were courtin', would she say that you were a fridgerdater?
ReplyDeletePound of baloney, loaf of bread,
ReplyDeletemayo and some cheese,
apple pie with ice cream
and whip cream if you please.
Chicken soup like grandma's,
Virgina Honey-Baked ham,
seven pimento stuffed olives,
and a half pound of candied yam.
That is a lovely snack, mom,
but I'm a growing tot,
I'm still in need of dinner,
Is that all you;ve got?
That describes me PERFECTLY!!! lol
ReplyDeleteThat's my kind of poem. I'm waiting with knife and fork.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain elegance to utter crudity.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny, I like it!
ReplyDeleteAfter the fridge has been opened and its contents dispensed:
ReplyDeleteOver the teeth
Under the gums
Look out tummy
Here it comes
By the way, you have come up with some very clever post titles on this blog.
Regards,
Lavinia