And I the right one!
Now- see how modest I am.
You agree, don't you?
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And I the right one!
Now- see how modest I am.
You agree, don't you?
You agree, don't you?
No I don't. I dispute it.
Can't we get along?
Can't we get along?
Bah! Humbug...we can never
Learn to live in peace.
learn to live in peace.
it beats the alernative--
living in pieces
Living in pieces,
makes it hard to commune with,
One's feminine side.
One's feminine side
As a wise man once told me
Can be one's Greek side.
I have no idea what that means and I'm not going to ask.
Can be one's greek side
the salad with the olives
add some feta, too
Add some feta, too.
Thatta way, it will go well
With-a my hands-a.
With-a my hands-a
Smashing plates. "Yasas!" explode
Ripened with Anise.
Ripened with Anise
I ask for tomatos for
my homemade pizza
My homemade pizza
Say hello to the ceiling
No hand-tossed for me.
No hand-tossed for me;
"It's debauched, and immoral!"
Cries the Rolling Pin.
Cries the rolling pin:
"Where has all the flour gone?
The dough is sticky"
Hi Petrarch. Someone needs to start a new poem for discussion in the poem of the week thread. How about you?
The dough is sticky
But wait until you taste it
Bread is a good thing.
Bread is a good thing,
Torn, gravy soaked, served up with
Wine, pasta and love.