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Homemade Dressing

When eating leftover dressing That was a good main course for lunch Only compliment receiving You could patent this honeybunch He forgot potato salad Left it out of his extra praise What Rocky did say nots valid For he was in a state of craze

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Daver Austin

Date: 7/27/2010 2:22:00 PM

If that be the dressing a turkey be stuffed with, I am of the same opinion as is Mr. Rocky, but how could he be forgetting the potato salad? Hey! This guy be craze! Got a chuckle out of this one. Love, Dave

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 7/27/2010 7:11:00 AM

I ate a big plate full!! Doesn't that compliment the chef!! It was all good!! You are the best dressing maker EVER!!

Gert W. Knop

Date: 7/27/2010 5:49:00 AM

Funna and mouthwatering write, Sara! Have a nice week!...Gert

John Rhinem

Date: 7/26/2010 10:55:00 PM

Smile ~ "If all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream," scream, and break those wiliwaws panes ~ Smile, very reflecting amid a touch of humor dear lady ~ And yes, I am sure Rocky has now been a bit more aware in regards unto the things he praises and or not, and also, those things in which he does sometimes eat....Smile, "Lovely Sara" ~ "My Love Always to You," John! ~ "Have A Beautiful Night Dear," Bye!:) ~

Juan Paolo Galua

Date: 7/26/2010 7:01:00 PM

my mouth watered in reading this poem...enjoy it so much...^_^ v

Adell Foster

Date: 7/26/2010 4:04:00 PM

Awe, this is a delightful read from start to finish, I would have only had room in my tummy for one or the other... :-) Sounds Like your Rocky loves his dressing. Thank you Sara for sharing the read and for your most welcome comments. Many Blessings, Always, Adell

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/26/2010 2:24:00 PM

It sounds good until you get to the potato salad. Enjoyed your poem Sara, but it seem as if your husband went craze of it..have a nice one,..p.d.