... that I have finally finished the ironing that has been piling up in here for a month now. It's done. It's finally done. And now I must host a party as people are arriving.
Still no sign of a ham poem. Will I be disappointed? Stay tuned.
How do I love thee, let me count the ways; Is it thy rosy flesh, thy sweet though salty taste, thy firmness on the palate? Is it thy pairing with scallop of potato, thy soup of pea, thy maple-glaze, subtly sweet taste of Spring?
An Ode to Ham
ReplyDeleteHow do I love thee, let me count the ways;
Is it thy rosy flesh,
thy sweet though salty taste,
thy firmness on the palate?
Is it thy pairing with scallop of potato,
thy soup of pea,
thy maple-glaze, subtly sweet taste of Spring?
Oh my God, I didn't see Scott's post before I titled mine. That's hilarious!
ReplyDeleteAwwww, thanks guys! I did get my ham poetry after all.
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