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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fork git about spooner hiz ham And join (singing the words in the next paragraph) whether alone in a traffic jam basting, cooking, then eating a lamb prepared by thee missus a superb culinary madam. “A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A rafiq, a rafiq Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A rafiq, a rafiq Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam. The following dereliction of truth heavily influenced my babe of mine name Ruth (think prevarication forsooth) essentially crafted countless years, when yours truly courtesy parochialism bred cooth preserved timeless tintype of me many moons ago sitting pretty (once a bonny lad) with his innocent lass perched on mine bony knees while forced lip tulip in kissing booth. Unlike centenarian who crafts these words, perchance yar juiced a young whippersnapper man or woman maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps, or dwelt in the boondocks or sticks, catch some 'possum or squirrel and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed momma, cuz ever since da yo papa passed away...., a futile attempt made to fill that void awash with more'n than half a century of wedded bliss, whereat purposelessness pervasive per surviving mother, who feigns happiness, regales others with showers of affection, and remains active feeding her avocation comprising striving and succeeding to be adept within the culinary arts thru self taught trials and errors of brave taste testers (which guinea pigs ought to get medal of honor for bravery), though her exemplary cooking reputation exceeds five star Michelin rating through meticulous and exacting measured ingredients, she glides within the kitchen however occasionally, a fork and spoon slips to the floor which inexplicable gravitational alchemical phenomena fuses separate pieces of cutlery into one eating implement whereupon a dead reckoning takes shape, that "mum" might be in mortal danger per inconspicuous cooking tool, whence ya stop SnapChat tin and shutterfly as greased BuzzFeed twittering like a bat out of hell - ya swoop down smash mouth facebook first presaging a fatality visiting upon the head of mum (her christened name Chris Anne thumb - the last appended word linked with her diminutive size), who intently engrossed, keenly self absorbed, and rapt attentively with tasks at hand most likely oblivious to potential safety dukes of hazard as a benevolent offspring temporarily take instagram reprieve, and utilize fancy footwork tote hillbilly tubular re: turn to counterpoise vis a vis match less laws of physics, whereby toe tulle lee tubular test tick yule har kickstarter antics applied to kindle hurly burly gnarly flatware bach up adjacent to state of the art beet oven which upright pedal poised pose like leverage incorporates quickly donning improvisational makeshift faux cuirass with suitable culinary accoutrements stringing together various geometrical metal trays and tin pot for helmet, whereby a strategic stance thence established, where inert stainless steel buffoon glaring spork would be forced to take tailspin upwards, whence fingers grab innocuous lethal weapon, which self entertainment learned while stationed in a rack run amuck mess hall rowdiness taught said table mannered tricks magic mike moment imitating hotmail - glorified footlocker earthlinked craft, where whatsapp tinder penned didst inviting Barack Obama to zap hiz frankfurter foot, when he made a syrup prize visit nobly endeavoring without evincing auld trumpetting donning shoe purr action trained first with dominant topface toes alternating with recessive opposing shod totally tubular taps until fancy footwork became ambipedal balancing ball of left or right foot atop tine or dish of fork or spoon respectively as stray stainless steel ware defying gravity gracefully leapt - somersaulting in a pirouette pinwheel linkedin arc tine and/or miniature shovel scooper over handle kin ur pinion (all things considered) an eye opening experience and the simple pleasure one can derive from practicing strategy trigonometry, spatial relations.
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