Re: [CH] Long Forgotten Poem

Terry Pogue (tpogue@comcast.net)
Wed, 21 Oct 2009 12:08:09 -0400 

Pretty good. Now What's the recipe for the BREAD?


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"My idea of pure heaven is to spend a day in the kitchen, peeling,  
chopping, and stirring while the words of a good book fill the air  
around me." Ruth Reichl




On Oct 20, 2009, at 9:15 PM, Jeff wrote:

> Here's a little ditty I wrote way back in 1998 (I just located a  
> copy of one
> of the first websites I ever made called Pepperman's Capsicum  
> Carnival) I
> thought the site was long gone but it's still sitting out there on an
> obscure free hosting site. I believe it was just after I tasted Jim
> Campbell's "The Bread", back when he would send samples of it to  
> random
> folks on the list;
>
> Enjoy (or not) :)
>
> Jeff
>
> ---------------------------------------
>
> Dueling ChileHeads
>
> Edward had a new hot sauce
> He tested it on Fred.
> When Fred had eaten all of it,
> He wished that he were dead.
>
> Fred felt it flare within his gut
> He said, "I'm such a fool."
> And when it reached his sorry butt,
> Fred wished for something cool.
>
> "A Popsicle is what I need!"
> He shouted through the door.
> "I read about it on some list,
> Though I'm not sure what it's for."
>
> Now by this time Fred wasn't sure
> What was and wasn't there.
> He started to hallucinate,
> His psyche was laid bare.
>
> He thought he heard a Hendrix tune,
> Fred started in to sway.
> Right then and there Fred knew for sure...
> TOMORROW ED MUST PAY!
>
> Fred awoke, and then got up,
> And tried to clear his head.
> "Today's the day, I make Ed pay!"
> It's time to make THE BREAD"
>
> He stumbled toward the kitchen door,
> He got out what he needed.
> "When Eddy tastes this little treat,
> My victory's conceded!"
>
> That afternoon Fred went and knocked
> Upon Ed's big front door.
> He said to Ed, "This bread's for you,
> To show that I'm not sore."
>
> "It's nice and light, and tasty too!"
> Fred had said to Ed.
> And before that day came to an end...
> Ed would eat THE BREAD.
>
> It came to pass upon that day,
> Ed had a heart attack.
> They tried to pin it all on Fred,
> For making such a snack.
>
> The HazMat Team was called to town,
> To pick up all THE BREAD.
> And from now on all the storage costs
> Must be paid by Fred.
>
> The moral of my little tale,
> Of cruel and vengeful folks,
> Is
> "NEVER USE A PEPPER FOR PULLING STUPID JOKES!"
>