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regarding parodies, I started one that went, "Why are you taped to the window, a burgler of beauty and pride?"

but it totally fizzled, and then I wondered how many others had the same idea. Also, this snobby co-judge agrees regarding limericks.

ok. off to roast some squash for dinner to go with the chicken invention. mmmmm.

Christine wrote:From Matlock a young man did hail
His rhyming was fast as a snail
When contests did start
He sure did his part
A good one they often did hail

Who knew when the contest was done
His rhymes would just keep on and on
He just couldn't cease
And there was no peace
For that young man who never was done

Pete, I think you're contagious.

I'm not a young man and I'm not contagious
well, I wasn't the last time I looked

Manna wrote:regarding parodies, I started one that went, "Why are you taped to the window, a burgler of beauty and pride?"

but it totally fizzled, and then I wondered how many others had the same idea. Also, this snobby co-judge agrees regarding limericks.

ok. off to roast some squash for dinner to go with the chicken invention. mmmmm.

well, I'd finish it for you if i even recognised which song you were parodying.

btw Guvn'r, chicken has been around for ages as a meal so it's ridiculous that you are claiming credit for it.

michael
looking forward to sitting on your chicken (squashing your roast)

aha! I found it- an obscure track called The Window.


Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul


I began my parody by using your food theme (do you have "tango" out there, if not it is my pleasure to inform you that it is a chemically-laden fizzy drink and spangles a very old sucky sweet of my childhood days). The preamble to my poem is Mr Manna saying- "what we 'avin' for dinner tonite, woman. I been dahn da pits all day and noo I'm reet hungry like" (Mr Manna is half northern, half Scottish of course).The first two and a half lines were easy but I stopped when I saw the word approaching, yes THAT word, "soul". Obviously I could have ended "grilling your sole" but it's advisable not to engage with anyone who writes about "soul" as they are obviously both mad and pretentious and a response might encourage them.


I've chosen squash, Oh frozen chicken
A tango, some butter and toast
Oh darling some spangles, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul




I must go back to bed now because (and we are one hour ahead of the computer time, trust me)

it's four in the morning, the end of September,
I'm only up 'now, 'cos I'm feeling no better
my stomach is cold, it don't like what I've been eating
was fasting on Yom Kippur, all day til last evening

I've also written an alternative version-

"It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening."

but I don't know what to call it so I'm not bothering to release it and it's on with my famous blue pyjamas and beddddddddddddd

thank you, you've been a lovely audience..........

"aha! I found it- an obscure track called The Window."

What makes it obscure, Mickey, as opposed to all the other songs LC has recorded?
Would it be the fact that you didn't know it?
Obscurity is often in the ear of the listener.

Red Poppy wrote:"aha! I found it- an obscure track called The Window."

What makes it obscure, Mickey, as opposed to all the other songs LC has recorded?
Would it be the fact that you didn't know it?
Obscurity is often in the ear of the listener.

it's a pleasure to discover "new" old tracks from favourite artists. I'm not quite as bad as I am with books, probably 200 waiting to be read. I just love buying them and I get through at least 2 a year.Also with music I buy but hardly ever make time to listen. with musicians I admire/enjoy like Leonard Ithere are some albums I know so well, the old ones, and others that I have never really listened to properly, the newer ones. from this benign state of semi-ignorance I laugh maliciously at the idea that any alive person could prefer "I'm Your Man" to "Songs of Love and Hate". in the last few years I can think of just 2 songs new to me that have crept through my bias into my LC all-time hit list- the Guests and Gypsy Wife. mind you, I haven't yet heard "the window" which is a bit of a pane.

the man I am into more than LC is Jackie Leven and his output is prolific so I am "always" discovering new brilliant tracks. listen to this guy sing "I say a little prayer" or his desperately beautiful obscene "so my soul can sing" (he is outwith the prohibition on that word).

anyway, you just wanted to make one point, and it was as accurate as it is small.

chicken invention -
a dinner I made up yesterday morning at the grocery.

cut some chicken into larger than bite size pieces
put them in a crock pot
add 1/2 a can of chicken broth and about the same amt of wine, maybe more, there's no such thing as too much wine
(doesn't matter what kind of wine, but I had an open chablis, so that's what I used)
chop some onion and throw that in
some currant jelly
some thyme, sage & a bay leaf or 2
cover the whole shebango with cashews
and cook it all day
you can make a sauce with what remains of the liquid by adding a bit of carn starch.
it was really good.

Manna wrote:chicken invention -
a dinner I made up yesterday morning at the grocery.

cut some chicken into larger than bite size pieces
put them in a crock pot
add 1/2 a can of chicken broth and about the same amt of wine, maybe more, there's no such thing as too much wine
(doesn't matter what kind of wine, but I had an open chablis, so that's what I used)
chop some onion and throw that in
some currant jelly
some thyme, sage & a bay leaf or 2
cover the whole shebango with cashews
and cook it all day
you can make a sauce with what remains of the liquid by adding a bit of carn starch.
it was really good.

doesn't rhyme- disqualified.

Manna wrote:chicken invention -
a dinner I made up yesterday morning at the grocery.

cut some chicken into larger than bite size pieces
put them in a crock pot
add 1/2 a can of chicken broth and about the same amt of wine, maybe more, there's no such thing as too much wine
(doesn't matter what kind of wine, but I had an open chablis, so that's what I used)
chop some onion and throw that in
some currant jelly
some thyme, sage & a bay leaf or 2
cover the whole shebango with cashews
and cook it all day
you can make a sauce with what remains of the liquid by adding a bit of carn starch.
it was really good.

cut some chicken
with bite sized peas
might taste like a crock
'less we add chablis
eat it off my belly
with some nice nuteees
recipe must rhyme
so cook it with thyme
with corn starch of course
from a very good source

Mickey wrote:cut some chicken
with bite sized peas
might taste like a crock
'less we add chablis
eat it off my belly
with some nice nuteees
recipe must rhyme
so cook it with thyme
with corn starch of course
from a very good source

beautiful, M, just beautiful. But you do know that Chablis is pronounced shah-blee, yeah? One of those silent French esses.

No, we don't have Tango, but we do have Tang, which is a chemically laden orange-like drink that is not fizzy. There are a few people around here who like to dance the tango, but I never learned. I haven't had Tang since I was about seven, I'm not even sure if they still make it.

Manna wrote:

Mickey wrote:cut some chicken
with bite sized peas
might taste like a crock
'less we add chablis
eat it off my belly
with some nice nuteees
recipe must rhyme
so cook it with thyme
with corn starch of course
from a very good source

beautiful, M, just beautiful. But you do know that Chablis is pronounced shah-blee, yeah? One of those silent French esses.

my mistake, this recipe obviously needs just one pea.

yes, and one nuteee

Manna wrote:yes, and one nuteee

there is no escape. I am an ignorant git, with partial mitigation that I am an ignorant teetotaller git who never pronounces properly things he doesn't drink .