Saturday, May 21, 2016
Monday, May 16, 2016
Poem. SAUSAGE
FRY me an abruzzo or an andouille charge me full price or give it to me free A black pudding is nice lots of blood and fat filler of bread crumbs and an old baseball hat Blood sausage or boudin blanc sometimes a bockwurst or a fat Hebrew frank A blutwurst, salty and cooked bockwurst or boerewurst spicy, full of season I don't need an excuse for amounts beyond reason. To suck up the boudin a rouge or a white Eaten with bread It's love at first sight. Bangers or Chaurice hot spicy creole burns going down even wrapped in a roll. Chipolata or chorizo dry-cured or pepperoni all special and tasty not that store-bought baloney Cocktail weiners or viennas are choice. Cumberlands with cabbage! I will surely rejoice. Fatty Italian pork links drained of fat Franks and Frankfurters Haggis made from lung Hot dogs and tube steaks bockworst and tongue. Griddles or steamed free of Listeria High in fat and salt fuels my hysteria Kielbasa and knublewurts smoked polish stuff Kiske and Kiska intestines and suet Lap chong, Chinese because they are sweet Linguicia or Loukanika and other Greek meat Danish pork sausage Pepperoni that's chewy Pickled pork and Pinkelwurst or scrapple all gooey Cooked with potatoes onions and rice any kind of sausage or any kind of spice.
Poem
Yesterday Morning He startled me and people nearby. He yelled and pointed at nothing in front of Safeway. He was out of his mind. I offered first aid wishing to intervene to put a stop to this annoyance and spectacle that took my breath away. I approached, walking backwards towards him and sticking pencils up my nose as I did. When I reached him, I spun around quickly singing “I am the Walrus, Goo goo g' joob Goo Goo Goo g' joob.” His eyes popped out of his head and he ran screaming into the bushes behind the store. I did my good deed for the day.
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