Scrimp and save jam if you must, But spread that butter to the crust. Pinch the sugar, make it scream, But don't be stingy with the cream. Keep the pancakes if you will, But my plate with syrup fill. Break my fast each morning this way, And I will fat and sassy stay.
ROTFL! Ah, perfect timing, David! My house is an absolute wreck right now, and I have to remind myself to eat.
ReplyDeleteOne of your better verses, I think...
Now that's just what I need, more butter...thanks for the permission, David...
ReplyDeleteSandi
coastline... toastline... ??? well, at least it rhymes.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm...do I detect a hidden meaning here?
ReplyDeleteSorry dude, but MY coastline is already BEYOND dredging!
ReplyDeleteAnd as for my toastline---it's pretty much just a big sandbar down there in the delta!
However, there does seem to be ONE deep-rooted bald-cypress tree still there.....!
Scrimp and save jam if you must,
ReplyDeleteBut spread that butter to the crust.
Pinch the sugar, make it scream,
But don't be stingy with the cream.
Keep the pancakes if you will,
But my plate with syrup fill.
Break my fast each morning this way,
And I will fat and sassy stay.
Quilly is brilliant! Why won't my mind work like this?!
ReplyDeleteIf you make the most
ReplyDeletePutting butter on your toast
Not scrimping on the jelly
Might give you a big belly
You must use your head
Cut down on the spread
Use a little less preserves
And settle down your nerves
Cute rhyme, David. I'm one of those whose butter goes right to the edge...all around. :) Makes me hungry just thinkin' about it.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
You silly nutter
ReplyDeleteThere's goes my waistline!