Mmm…sushi, stir fried, Bi Bim BopThat last comes with fried egg on topServed sticky it's sweetLike Rice Krispy TreatI love rice so much I can’t STOP!
At brides and grooms rice once was thrownIn modern times rice is now knownTo be connivingAnd for war strivingThat's what Condileeza has shown
I just can't get enough of the stuffMinute Rice is not quite quick enoughFor dinner each nightI cook it up rightIt's a winner: Light ivory fluff!
I bow to my fellow rice-fiendHis appetite for, I just gleanedFor Breakfast and SupHe'll gobble it upYou slob, that pan needs to be cleaned!
Ask Norman to wipe up that dishTo clean after me is his wishAs a guy, he's a bitHow shall I put it?Let's say he's a bit of a "swish"
Now I grok your domestical scene--Norm performs his thrice-daily routine:After sating your hunger,He plays 'Felix Unger';Your dishes are always kept clean!
How queer of you, dear, to say that stuffI guess it makes you feel big and toughJust you wait and seeCuz your latencyWill always arise to call your bluff
I notice a trash can is nearEv'ry lim'rick that I post hereIt may be minimalBut it's subliminalMeaning to me is quite clear
SurlyH sure is one brazen blokeMaking you, Norm, the butt of his jokeYou can stifle his plansBy alerting his fansHe was seen with Boy George doing coke!
Be careful when casting aspersionWhen full of indecent peversionThe calling of names hereIs not a child's game, dearBut dangerous adults-only version
Be careful when writing 'bout sex hereCuz Surl will give you a stern lectureLots of teeth gnashingComplete with tongue lashingEE-Yuk! That's an ECH!-rated picture
It's not, sir, that I am a prudeBut you who are vulgar and rudeWhen insults are thrownYou try to disownThe fruits of your bad attitude
Just who are you calling a fruit, sir?Do you want a taste of my boot, sir?I know you're a loverOf vulcanized rubberJust don't nibble thru to my foot, sir!
"Bwaa-ha-ha-ha-haaa!", chortle INeither knows where my sympathies lieWhen brother fights brotherThey'll wipe out each otherMy complicity in, I'll deny!
Gadzooks! Golly gosh! And Good Lord!This back-and-forth chat's got me boredI want any moreI'll crack closet doorAnd visit those who I've deplored
SurlyH and Boy George did no cokeIt's clear, from right here, I misspokeSubject matter's turned creepyFrom the fighting, you're sleepyA truce can we call? Okey-doke!
Like Tweedledum and Tweedle Dee DeeExchanging words so impolitelyWe've wasted our timeInsulting in rhymeWe're making this blog site unsightly
This post started out very niceThen we added far too much spiceA dish causing painThat was about grainNutrish and delicious--dat's RICE!
Both grains--long and short, and basmatiTypes plain, extra fancy, all hottiesIf future, bleak worldDisdained this starch, pearled I’d have to say "Beam me up, Scotty!"
Nearly everyone savors rice puddingFrom Linda Hunt to Cuba GoodingI fed some one dayTo a grim emigreHe smiled, said, "Now understooding."
In extolling rice, you've let looseReleasing your creative juiceWould it be vulgarTo mention bulgur?I so like the taste of couscous
Some couscous will spruce up a gooseAs long as it's lathered in juicePan drippings from birdIn gold grain are stirredAnd cranberries add touch chartreuse
Howard Hughes once flew a Spruce GooseHe knew it w'dn't move on couscousWith nary a careHe soared in the airWith juice Doctor Seuss had produced
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