Okay, well not a GOOD lyricist. But we are always making up new lyrics to songs to amuse/torture one another. Well today he took off on my cooking.
Instead of "I do not like green eggs and ham," he took issue with my cooking offal. No, not a misspelling. Thanks to my heritage of whacky cooking (blame my mother! hee hee), I made beef tongue yesterday. Hey! Any Jewish deli worth its kosher salt has tongue, dammit. So here's what DH came up with:
I do not like beef tongues and glands,
I do not like them, Sam I am.
Okay, point taken.
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