Call it heat from the grill, the thrill
cannot breathe, but even for me
drafted not for the chill,
the fans blow the moldy meringue
While you were screwing Isabella,
warm custards on cart, the smell of fart
I kindly disposed your salmonella,
but your egg rolls squeeze, of cabbage tart.
While I burnt my hash browns to black
won't come apart, such french fry art
charred to crumbly, the basket's stack
has become the serving bowl apart.
My eyes do play me tricks
white bag to make, sliced open to shake
threw soap detergent into the mix,
the "shits" for hours made you quake.
Although properly sanitized
pastry listeria, caused mass hysteria
the eggs were not so pasteurized.
Eating out can cause diarrhea.
Author notes
I've been bad, very bad. hehe..I hope this gives the dose of laughs needed.
In a list
A contest entry
- Crap I Burned Dinner Again by piccola.
600 points, ended April 4, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I may never eat again..
...this was hysterical..congratulations on winning gold.
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Sorry for the late reply, but I'm glad you enjoyed reading this..and found humor in it
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lmao ... been there done that! I've had so many cooking disasters both in and out that I cannot count. We're making a pumpkin pie tomorrow ... the lid on the can of pumpkin is raised a bit. Kind of a bulge so I thought we should use it up
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Oh My Gosh!
This is clever and so damn funny!
Thanks for making me smile. Peace, and all the best!
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