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If I’d only turned that corner …
or if you’d crossed that street …
if you hadn’t booked that sauna …
How come we didn’t meet?
If I’d joined the Belgian army,
or enrolled at Kansas State,
or if I’d passed on that pastrami …
so – is it now too late?
If I linger in DeSoto’s,
or step out, some freezing night:
if I stop to take some photos …
who knows? We might. We might!
Or must I say, no way, “me rindo”?
Or keep hoping for that glance?
If I gaze in Macy’s window,
will you jostle me, by chance?
So, will you stroll along Delancey
just by the Pitt Street turning?
Or are you, darling, just a fancy,
a figment of my yearning?
He's Bragging
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______ By:C.Encontriamo A. Creta &
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Translated it still startled me
a fully defined phrase. The
allowances were contracted
a chain of Hotels and Restaurants
found it profitable to allow certain
peop0le to afford there programs.
Per Diem contracts are one of those
lucrative businesses that stood the
test of time. A company could use
coupons to support the travel, lodging
meals and incidentals. My new position
would have me examine the rates of
competitors who supported "by the day'
workers. It was Carnival time where I
had wished to be: and it was Festival
season were I was. My vacation would either
be spent hiding out here avoiding people
I know or going somewhere were I knew
know one. I chose to vacate where Carnival was.
,and travel straight to my new assignment.
I was in the audience the night that
Bruh Beezelle won the contest. The crowd
was crazy loud. There were so many women:
I mean really beautiful women.. It was the kinda
night that made loneliness even harder to deal with.
I got lucky a women needed help with her luggage
she invited me to her room for a drink if I carried her
bags to her room.I said soda please and she said deal.
I told her I was a reporter: she found it interesting,
she was on vacation too. What a night, two pastrami
sandwiches and fries had me full. She told me I could stay
with her if I wanted to and believe me :I really wanted to.
10 days at Carnival, we were together everynight
and everyday. When I reached my new assignment
I was just waiting to get the call. Day 20 the phone rang
I knew it was her, she said human chorionic gonadotropin
has revealed she was pregnant. She knew we had to get
together and talk. I would finish early here and would meet
her somewhere, who cares I was really happy. No strings
attached I had scored a winner!
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From "The Cat Doesn't Like Me"
By; C.E.A. Creta/a.k.a./Strutturatore Dee Brani
Mint Julip and Pimento Cheese
Smith Island Cake and Beef Pit BBQ
Hot Pastrami on Rye and Cheesecake
She offered him the meal
and smiled at him
without saying much more.
he frowned and ate.
asking for only a napkin.
The cold of winter chilled him
to the bone. He neither wanted more
or less he just stood
with his back to the window
and asked
he simply wrote x= arrow up/ arrow down
and started looking to hauler mags to
gain support of his
endeavors.
Ole Fiddle Song
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"The coal of winner
the hoss man say.
disk is hymn say'in
disk.
ya'll know he say disk!
write chair he
say.
win doughs
hymn bacon the soda.,
hymn say!
Can't tucky Fiddle
Ball it More
Bells Mounted
York Strips.
Did@tic
Doer
song foo Ya'll!"
Roast beef on Rye. Pastrami on toast, a Rubin -
I only have thinly sliced bologna. Not hungry anyway.
Beyond a window, a dog is on my lawn, my mind shouts,
surprisingly the dog seems to hear me.
I have powers.
A record player drops into my mind
the vinyl is spinning, the needle is tracing,
silence roars on. I sing along.
I find an old British sixpenny-bit in Ohio
amazing how we all take teleportation for granted now.
A door knob rattles,
my ears get hairy,
am I being paranoid or is this nervous state
the result of living alone in my head for too long?
This afternoon I will still be here
watching my show.
You star you. I always did like your eyes
they shine like flying saucers.
Note. Make the bed before I sleep
I wrecked it last night.
If I remember, I will consider forgetting all of this.
However you dress...compress these clever creatures…
More not less..whenever features...success..
To be Francis...what about Bacon…
Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour..
Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour…
Get a hard on from a lardon..
What’s much better than pancetta…
Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck…
Unctuous umami tsunami of salami
Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami
Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo....
Stellar slivers of cast a spell mortadella..
Good black pud under your hood..
Nose to tail...ear to rear.. or is it snout to trotter…
Crackling…the beast stripped...skin ripped....snipped…
Flipped..dipped in oil.. every pleat..even the teet…
Shed so we can be fed...feast on this tasty treat..
Iberian beauties run riot...born on a diet of sun…
Acorn not lawn..torn and shorn…blushing crimson ****..
Like brawn... did spawn…locavore dawn..
Lovely legs adorn...above sherry kegs with wooden taps. …
Such handsome chaps…costs a King’s ransom..
Melt..fat flavour pelt...despite the prices..
Sublime svelte slices...loosen your belt..
Utterly buttery aficionado bravado..
Smuttery lah dee dah Lardo…
Richer than avocado sluttery...
Let's dine on divine porcine...
On reflection.. my selection…
Confection of pastry..piggy perfection...
Naked ingenuity in perpetuity...
The humble but venerable pork pie..
I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town.
My triumph was impromptu and abrupt.
I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope
In hope there’d be no need for backing up.
From near the Devil’s Crossroads where I’d tempted fate
To the edge of Austin in the Lone Star State.
I walked my hunger to a roadhouse, spied the waitress shooting pool.
She ignored me, so I had to volunteer,
“I’ll have the Humperdinck pastrami with a Chopin polonaise,
And Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn beer!”
I swear her body English, when she broke the rack,
It took my breath away and wouldn’t give it back.
She was a cowgirl from the city with a wide Bonanza spread
And the guns to run the rustlers out of Dodge.
I had an immigrant’s desire just to lay my burden down
And shack up in some low rent motor lodge.
I said, “I’m here on business, babe, but heaven knows,
How your desert blossoms like a gypsy rose!
She played the accidental vixen like a cunning ingénue
And adlibbed her audition for the part.
She said, “The Workman’s Daily Special comes with saucy bedroom eyes.
If you’re picky, you can order ala carte.”
It seemed an outright bargain in a joint like this,
A spaghetti western with a Hitchcock twist.
I said, “I’ll be your Prince of Darkness if you’ll be my guiding light
And lead me down the path of least regret.”
She said her hands were always busy, but her heart was sometimes free,
And humored me by playing hard to get.
I offered Old Persuasion from a bootleg flask.
Heard the waitress answer, “Thought you’d never ask.”
She left her apron on the counter, took her jacket off the hook,
Deposited the tip jar in her purse,
Then we motored off to Splitsville down a narrow one-lane road,
Playing chicken in a car with no reverse.
Their sandwich aesthetic motif
Will thrill the palate beyond belief
Try the pastrami
For a taste bud tsunami
Or order Katz Deli's corned beef
Author's Note: No trip to NY is complete without visiting Katz Deli. BTW, a scene from when Harry met Sally was filmed there.
The food is unbelievable, and the experience is pure NY (a bit chaotic). It is also open 24/7 so there is no excuse to miss this one. I would say, to my friends, that it will be more memorable than the Statue of Liberty, Empire State building, etc. Please do not make a mistake and bypass this multicultural experience if in NY.
Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
“When Harry Met Sally’s” most memorable scene
Was filmed in this eatery, where
Pastrami and corned beef are piled high on rye –
Indulge, if your arteries dare.
But here I’ll impart a sage word of advice:
Your ticket allows you to leave;
Misplace it or lose it and tsurris* awaits –
There’ll be trouble like you won’t believe!
You see, when you enter, a ticket’s proffered
And they punch in the price for your food;
That’s in case you line up at the counter buffet
Where the choices are there to be viewed.
If you sit at a table where waiters attend,
Then you still need the ticket to pay;
But my order was added to that of my friend,
Which we both thought was really okay.
So we got on the line where we’d settle the bill
And they asked for my ticket as well.
I’d left it behind, but our table was filled
With some just-seated starved clientele.
But somehow, my ticket was brought to the front
And they let me walk out of the door.
It’s lucky for me or I’d still be inside,
Washing dishes or mopping the floor.
There’s a lesson to learn – get the lay of the land
When you’re someplace you don’t know so well;
Or perhaps a distraction is what you can use
And, like Sally, just let out a yell.
*Yiddish for aggravation
George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
That night he got an earful from his wife Juanita Delacruz, the Spanish Queen of complaint. "Dam it George. The ironing board is full of melted cheese and it smells like recycled beef " It was time to take the invention to new heights.
He made a mean machine of good taste. This is how George Foreman was birthed. In George Papadopoulos's shed. Though he was no son of a priest, he knew a blessing when he saw one. He was recompensed by a happy wife
and a jolly foursome crew.
There are rumors going around that it was really invented in some other form or way. I for one will stick to my story dear readers. If I fudged is just a bit please forgive me. Its a tad more entertaining, don't you think ?
Now here is my research paper on the matter, short and sweet.
"Truth be told ? It was promoted by a former boxing champion George Foreman. Since its introduction in 1994, over 100 million George Foreman grills have been sold worldwide.
Inventor?: ?Michael Boehm, Robert Johnson Inception?: ?1994"