Saturday, September 3, 2011
It's Saturday Centus and Labor Day weekend, all rolled into one! As you can see, Jenny's got us off on some kind of oddball food-prompt tangent, and I can't seem to resist going along for the ride. Misery loves company, so I hope you join us! My own hundred words are below, with the prompt, as always, in red. (Twice, as it were.)
Pardon my Pizza (and My French)
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
She gave it to him with a kiss,
in hopes that the truth he would miss.
But when he saw the tofu,
he yelled, “No, NO, NO, Sue!
What kind of a pizza is this?”
“What kind of a pizza is this?
It’s the kind that will bring you true bliss.
With no meat, there’s no fat;
it’s more healthy like that.
So eat up, or me-off you will piss!
(Yes, I know that’s a vulgar last line,
but it suited my meaning so fine
that I had to enlist it.
I couldn't resist it!
So pardon my French, just this time.)
Disclaimer: Even though my name is used in this long limerick, it is not a true story. Cooking with tofu is not my forte. Having said that, it's true that my husband would "up his nose turn" at a tofu pizza! ;)