Wednesday, July 2, 2008
And Now...A Sonnet from Fat Shakespeare: The Portly Bard
Mine eyes doth feast upon your brisket;
My fork will follow suit.
Catch juices dripping with my bisquit;
Fill up my gut with fruit.
And then I'll taste that suckling pig;
And chew upon his tail.
Take you that tureen full of figs;
Bring me a jug of ale!
I'll take that flagon from your hand;
And fill it up with butter.
Tis me or is this meat pie bland?
Go toss it in the gutter!
Be this a whisker in this piece of fat?
You fiend! Dirty charlatan! Feeding me a rat!