Crispy Meatballs

Crispy Meatballs

A Poem by BigDaddySiddle
"

hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa in the tub

"

You are an ingredient of the food, "crispy meatballs"

The more you're mixed with a spatula, the harder the crumbs fall

The taste is not for one to admire

And not one for your tonsil's desire

 

They're supposed to be meaty and soft

But instead yours are meaty like Rebecca Ruecroft

Shall we use the oven gloves to remove you from the oven?

Or shall I give you some hardcore, spicey loving?

 

We'll just leave you to boil, because you gave me crispy meatballs...

© 2011 BigDaddySiddle


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BigDaddySiddle
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Added on July 4, 2011
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BigDaddySiddle
BigDaddySiddle

Darlington, and proud, United Kingdom



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They call me Jacob because my mother and father gave me that name when I was born :) I'm a male, ladies ;) A few things I rather enjoy doing in order: 1. Exploring various D.I.Y. stores and comparin.. more..

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