Hot Dogs
and Hamburgers
Good All American fare
Loved by the young
And feared by the old
Calories and Cholesterol,
ready to pounce on us all
Pass the Ketchup.....
Hot Dogs (2) and Hamburgers (4) Good All American fair (4) Loved by the young(4)
And feared by the old (4) Calories and Cholesterol(3) Ready to pounce on us all (5)
Pass the Ketchup(3)
For the 29 word contest...
'Tis well-known that any pasta concoction will always me appease,
But I reckon my all-time favorite is plain old macaroni and cheese!
Ah! That simple but hardy fare sets my old taste buds a-twitchin',
When my spouse announces, "Honey, supper's ready!" from the kitchen!
As far as I know Mr. Kraft invented this delectable mixture,
That has over the years become a staple American fixture.
'Tis easy to prepare - on the box is the simple instruction,
And you won't clutter up the kitchen making a big production!
I've sampled exotic pasta dishes in romantic Roma and old Napoli,
Such as fusilli bucati, vermicelli, lasagne, fettuccine and ravioli.
They were scrumptious but if ever my palate you want to tease,
I'd prefer a hefty helping of plain old macaroni and cheese!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
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Placed No. 7 in Linda's "Pasta Paradise" Contest - August 2010
There's a quaint little eatery in old Colorado City.
It you ain't never et there, dear me, what a pity!
It's crowded an' hectic but here's the scoop:
There ain't nothin' like their French onion soup!
It ain't a fancy place, jes' a few tables an' bow-back chairs,
But it attracts all sorts uv folks, even some millionaires!
They're a discriminatin' bunch - them you'll never dupe.
They'd scale Pikes Peak fer a bowl of that French onion soup!
The tables are rickety an' the old wood floor squeaks.
On its brick walls hang innumerable ersatz antiques.
Orders are placed over the din with a bellowing whoop:
"Hey, mister! Gimme a bowl uv yer French onion soup!"
Ever' spoonful I eagerly gulp, but much to my chagrin,
Stringy cheese dangles frum my spoon, fallin' on my chin!
But what care I as frum my chin it doth droop,
I'll jes' keep on slurpin' that good ol' French onion soup!
I've dined in five-star restaurants all about this sphere,
With haughty waiters, pompous chefs an' elegant atmosphere.
But I'll tip my fedora to this diligent little troop,
'Specially to the feller who brews the French onion soup!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, Retired
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