March 23rd, 2011

Burger-Inspired Poetry

And now, for your daily exposure to literary greatness –

My Love For Steakburgers Knows No Bounds…

Burger, burger on the wall

So sorry the poodle caught my fall.

It’s just too bad I was running late

Cuz then you might still be on my plate.

I’ll scrape you off – good as new

And wash you down with a Mountain Dew.


August 9th, 2010

Steak: Poetry in Your Belly

So apparently people have loved steak for such a long time that poetry about our beloved exists from as far back as the 1800s. Maybe even longer.

Here, a very wise writer waxes poetic about a luscious steak stew. Mmmmm. . .

A Steak

I surely never hope to view

A steak as luscious as a stew.

The latter is the tasty goal

Of elements in perfect whole,

A mad assemblage of legumes

Exuding warm ambrosial fumes,

Each seasoning of proper length,

Proving in Union there’s strength.

A steak is grander, it is true,

Yet needs no special skill to brew.

It is an art a stew to make,

But anyone can broil a steak.

unknown, 1880

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