O' the poor bitter tedious (TDS) late night host
wasn’t very funny or clever and now he’s toast.
“Yep, it’s all Trump’s fault
I got canned in the vault
and lecturing you all is what I’ll miss the most”.
“Sure my show lost forty million dollars a year
and had 200 staff and expensive suits to wear”.
Well, if you like hateful drivel
you’ll have to watch Kimmel
but pretty soon that crybaby won’t be there!
“If only I stuck to fun and wit like Lettermen
or wasn’t so full of sh*t more like Fettermen”.
But lefty elites know best
and people like me detest
but it’s time to make comedy great again!
The ratings were on life support and the programs
fodder for dumb sheep and their screaming lambs.
The same old sh*t and spite
killed the host of late night
but ain’t it great to hear the silence of the hams!
~~~~
Well, Colbert - have the lambs stopped screaming?
You still wake up sometimes, don't you?
You wake up in the dark and hear Trump
and the screaming of the lambs!
Written: 23 May 2026
Whither now hunker-shins?
You have a sweet countenance,
a squat grace,
always middle-aged
on the still edge of a speeding sun.
Another swift day has begun
yet here you sit among the traffic
unflinching, a bold
bladder quelling gravity
with low-sprung shanks.
You deep-seated recliner,
standing-pat over upholstered hams.
A lumpy Mona Lisa,
with your come-hither girth
and just a thin membrane
between you and chaos.
Your skin an alien chiaroscuro,
a candle-lit atlas,
and in the cockle and crimp
of your glistening skin
a truculent contrarian gleams
beneath your world-dismissing
Buddha smile.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
redux
The local officers, are kind and caring.'
On dirty acts, they would plot no bearing'
So other mounties, get draughted in' to
Invade your farmers and harm in dark sin.'
Yet the home ones are near.' But not in
Heart, they will not maintain your human rights, from the very start.' Or your property.? It
They will not defend, they value their pay
And status dear friends.' Out of town officers, can do all they will.' They cover
Each other ' in rancid hog swill' with their
Buttocks fat, as large pigs hams.' While they belly
Down yellow, and a'crawling; to
Old man; carneys Plans.'
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
EBONY REVELATIONS
We are not
Their Hams,
We are Lambs
Of the Lord:
Our Liberator:-
Their race-based
Biblical thoughts,
Are as winter snowballs,
Falling into the fires of hell:-
A Foodie Pleiades Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Parades of dough shapes pie
Pepperoni walks in
Pasta sauce rallies taste
Pockets of crust tips edge
Proud dills and hams in step
Perhaps anchovies, too
Procession of cheese crowns
We are not your Hams,
We’re Lambs of the Lord:
Our Liberator!
Your race-based biblical thoughts,
Are as snowballs sent to hell:-
Nature appeared to take her time,
summer stretching into September October days,
the warm filled the landscape with colors bled
shades of lemon yellows, pale green limes ahead
a mix of russet orange and cranberry reds;
every breath a distant pleasure
recalling hot sunny summer treasures
bowing slowly in transitional escapades
to a hint of November slipped parades
drawn memories of Thanksgiving masquerades;
stuffings, turkeys, hams
sweet mashed potatoed yams
waiting for the moment to gather family and friends
while the sky clouds play behind the darker grays again
and winter skies slowly snow us in.
I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.
I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.
Lament the clumsy stumble bum who bungles his debut
By mumbling his monologue and missing every cue.
He wanders freely off his mark and often flubs his lines.
His timing’s unpredictable. His rhythm bumps and grinds.
He hams it up like Barrymore and eats the scenery whole.
His critics shame him endlessly, then eulogize his soul.
But though the humbled imbecile stands slack-jawed center stage,
He’s chosen best supporting actor this post-modern age.
His talents prove sufficient in the arts of song and dance
To stand him for election and provide him with a chance.
So he shall be the candidate his party comes to choose.
No matter how the voting goes, he knows he just can't lose.
Many folks are potchkeing*
In preparation for
Thanksgiving Day tomorrow
And the feast that is in store.
Soups and stuffing, pies and cakes,
Turkey, veggies, yams;
Mashed potatoes, corn bread,
Sauce of cranberries and hams.
Some make everything from scratch,
Others order in
Or use some combination;
Still, the diners score a win.
Kith and kin will gather;
There’ll be football on T.V.
Americans will party
With a stuff-your-faces spree.
*A Yiddish word for fussing or bothering,
pronounced “potch-key-ing.”
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
Sherry
Brown sugar
Garlic
Pureed beets
Pureered green pepper
Pureed onion
Olive oil
Fish stock
Lemon juice
Salt
Paprika
3 hot yellow habanero peppers
Chopped fennel
Make about one gallon
Maranade pork loins or
Fresh hams.
maranade whole
Game hens.
Roast for
Happy Saturday celebrations
Serve with
Pasta noodle salad
garlicy potatoes
Garden salad
Yeast rolls
Rum-cherry-pineapple-sprite- drink
Banana cheesecake
Apple pie
Jamaican spice cake
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