Thursday, July 10, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
A Steakspearean Sonnet
O how I long for the day of Thor
when such an evening falls where
the most tender filets are devoured and whiskeys pour
from behind a tended bar. One need prepare for this affair of rare.
Spare me the mams: solely nuts!
I scoff at your food from the sea. (Is this what you
fancy? You are banished!) Choose choice cuts
and join the ranks that savor shanks and flanks (and the occasional salad, too.)
Those with two X chromosomes: stay away!
(Unless, you have a Y as well. One would surmise
that you, in fact, have Klinefelter's. Okay,
I guess we'll make a decision on that should the situation arise.)
I dream often of this prime time for strips and chateaubriand—a smorgasbord
of T-bones, breadbaskets, bearnaise, and libations. I hope I have to eat my words.
Steak.
when such an evening falls where
the most tender filets are devoured and whiskeys pour
from behind a tended bar. One need prepare for this affair of rare.
Spare me the mams: solely nuts!
I scoff at your food from the sea. (Is this what you
fancy? You are banished!) Choose choice cuts
and join the ranks that savor shanks and flanks (and the occasional salad, too.)
Those with two X chromosomes: stay away!
(Unless, you have a Y as well. One would surmise
that you, in fact, have Klinefelter's. Okay,
I guess we'll make a decision on that should the situation arise.)
I dream often of this prime time for strips and chateaubriand—a smorgasbord
of T-bones, breadbaskets, bearnaise, and libations. I hope I have to eat my words.
Steak.
NOTE: A Steakspearean sonnet contains a 15th line consisting only of the word "steak."
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