Related:Cook sister!, on the ball.
Unrelated: Crying, while eating (thank you bright young Mark).
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関係ないだけどあんがとてもおいしかった！
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ゆみ子さん
よかったねありがとう！ あとでラメン
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mmm baked beans for breakie. where is your lyrical prose?
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It’s hidden somewhere in this post.
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HA! What happened to Nantucket, stinky?
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oh yeah. Bloody Jehova Witnesses.
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Anthony, your poem is brilliant. I can’t breathe!! (and it wasn’t the beans)
-Elizabeth
P.S. Please stop making me laugh so that I spit coffee onto the monitor.
P.P.S. Well hidden indeed! I had to go into the sourcecode to see the complete poem (my stupid computer truncated your composition)
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Hi Elizabeth
I pretend to be all sonnets but I’m limericks at heart. Sorry about you monitor. Imagine if you’d been drinking paint or something.
And very well done on solvong the puzzle, it trucates in all browsers so the only way to read it was by viewing the source code. I salute you for your perseverance.
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Clearly, perseverence is my second name. Who else would actually write a sonnet?? And it is rather obvious that I am not a sonnet person either.
I am really sad that I missed out on the haiku version. I feel sure I would have managed an egg-worthy one and perhaps even thrown in a cherry blossom or willow reference.
Why on earth would I be drinking paint?? Paint thinner, maybe, but Paint? How unsavoury.
-Elizabeth
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Not at all Elizabeth the sonnet honked! (which means marvellous I think) but the abbaabba rhyme scheme reminded me of abacab and then to Phil Collins and so I felt all dizzy. Mention of “the patio” made me think of the Smiths which made me swoon but if it’s not sonnets next time perhaps we could all post to a Smith’s song.
The haiku may come around again but not before we’ve done sea shanties.
Well yes of course paint thinner, I like to put some on my hankerchief before I head out but since they’ve stopped selling me chrome paint spray cans I’ve been forced to drinking it and then spraying it in the air in an attempt to inhale the fumes. Should never have banned opium for poets I say.
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目玉焼きがおいしそう～、アンソニーさん。
豆の料理は何？しなの :-)
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To the tune of “How Soon is Now?”:
I am the chicken
and the egg
of a toughness that is really unappetizing
I am the chicken and the egg
Oh, of the drama in my kitchenYou shut your mouth
How can you say
I make egg & toast the wrong way ?
They are easy & they are cheep
Just like everybody says about me.oh, oh….
There’s a kitchen, if you’d like to go
You could cook something that really tastes good
So you go, and you stand at the sink
And you look in the fridge
And you have a beer, and you cry
‘cuz you wanted wine.When you say that you’ll cook them now
Well, how exactly do you mean?
See, it’s already gone all Pete Tong
And all my eggs are gone.oh, oh…
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I make egg & toast the wrong way ?
They are easy & they are cheep
Just like everybody says about me. -
[gasps]
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Oh my god. Moira is the queen of everything. I want to marry her at least twice. so. freaking. clever. I can’t stand it.
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Yay! A spiceblog same-sex wedding!Take that bigots!
Ah yes
“You Handsome Devilled”
All the shelves are crammed with things
Eager to be made
I know what eggs are for
And I’d like mine freshly laid
You ask for soft boiled
But I sense something hard
Some silky mayonnaise
And a teaspoon of mustardLet me get my whisk
On your amniotic disk
And let me have a bite
Of the albumin whiteI crack the egg
and you beg
But you deserve it
You deserve itThe parsley green
and the yellowy sauce
So much more than an entree course
Oh you handsome devilledLet me get my whisk
On your amniotic disk
And let me have a bite
Of the albumin white -
Daaaaaamn, sucka…you is baaaaaad. Now I really have to get my thinking cap on!
Lyn, you are too funny, missy…I’m glad you liked my rendition!
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A truce! A truce! I’ll throw a rod or something.
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Well o.k.,if you’re not up to it….
‘TIL NEXT MONTH!
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Well to tell the truth, it was you I was worried about.
Next month, Lyrical Cage Match Ahoy!
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Ouch.
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Band-aid?
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More like a cast…I broke my wrist when I fell over laughing.
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Moira!!! (ai yai yai times ten to the power of infinity) I am away from the computer for two days and what happens!!???
Anthony, I’m still reeling that absinthe is illegal. (My sonnet honks?? Whoohoooooooo!!!)
-Elizabeth
P.S. Damn, I’m feeling inadequate now. I guess that a Bessy Smith song is not what was meant by “Smith” song… (I’ve heard of Phil Collins though).
P.P.S. THat’s it. I’m going to have to go cold turkey with this keyboard until my eyes clear and my breathing regulates. (I really wish you guys would stop making me laugh – I’m a very serious person, you know.)
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Elizabeth
I hear absynthe makes the heart grow fonder.
Ah good that’s stopped the laughter.
Moira
You should see my sides.
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