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Dinner With The Navy

Member since 2006 · Posted 12 Sep 2006 · 2 comments

I once had a chicken I wanted to thicken For dinner with friends from the navy I remebered the spuds and the peas and the corn But fuck me I forgot the gravy So quick as a flash I gathered my cash And whipped up the shop for some sauce What flavor I chose, do you suppose? It was barbeque chicken of course!

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[1] Edna Sweetlove 12-Sep-06/1:30 PM Reply

It's not often that I am reduced to tears of emotion when I read something here, and this is certainly not one of those occasions.

You have, with a brilliant turn of phrase, managed to combine illiteracy, stupidity, prejudice and ignorance into something approaching an art form. When I say art form, I am being euphemistic, not that you would know what a euphemism was even if it came and bit a hunk out of your ugly, obese leg.

How can I find words to describe your poem? Maybe if I go to the nearest public toilet I will find inspiration in the pan. If I can tolerate the pong, that is.

It is poems like this that make me appreciate the value of blindness.

PS. I fancy that Liza Minelli, don't you? Apart from her big Jewish nose that is."

[0] Engelbert Humpalot 13-Sep-06/6:10 PM Reply

Pitiful. I expected better after I read another one of yours. Fuck me, you can't even spell "flavour"