I'm pretty sure that Joey & Cissy & Mike & the Reverend and everyone else can do some slick poetryizing given the visual cue of a can labeled "Tongue Spread"...
She told me "Tongue's what I like, It can make me as high as a kite..." but my hopes got the dash- In my cabinet- only hash. And she said "sorry, that's NOT what I bite!"
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The tongue
Of a young pig
Diced and slurried
Into a spread.
I'll toast the bread.
Make mine a tongue
Son, and don't skimp
On the mayo.
Maybe a potato
To go with this
Thick meaty treat.
Quick! The can opener
I can't wait
For my plate of meat whiz.
Oh sweet Jesus give me that tongue!
I'll have dip,
I'll have some clam,
I am such
a macho man.
'''''
ok, anyone can do better than me.
I am not even going to touch this one.
I can hardly eat these days as it is.
Why???
Tongue Spread? And to think I thought the old stories my grandparents told about possum dinners were weird.
Tongue spread my sphincter?
The idea of tongue of a cow
In a can makes me queasy somehow
It's not the refined
Kind of thing on my mind
When I set out to whip up some chow
She told me "Tongue's what I like,
It can make me as high as a kite..."
but my hopes got the dash-
In my cabinet- only hash.
And she said "sorry, that's NOT what I bite!"
The post made me chuckle then each and every comment more so. my goodness you guys!
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