WHAT'S IN THE STEW TOO

Me thinks my stew meat was foreign born,
From overhead flypaper the wind doth torn,
But, the stew isn't for me,
So, I'll just leave it be,
And, say the stew meat is really burnt corn.

CHEF BOBBY MAKES THE BEST SALAD

Bobby was the greatest chef,

He was the greatest chef around,

He made his meals all from scratch,

Then fed them to his hound,

On Thanksgiving Bobby had some dinner guests,

 To show off some cooking feats,

For an appetizer he made a of kind of stew,

With pickled marinated beets,

 

Bobby cooked a turkey,

Until it's skin was golden brown,

Bobby basted the turkey with peanut oil,

It was the best turkey in the town,

Bobby made some turkey stuffing,

He added cheddar cheese,

He also added ground black pepper,

This made his guest all sneeze,

Bobby made some salad,

He added carob seed,

Hemixed in all the greens he found,

But mostly it was weed.

THAT GNOME GAVE ME A FUNNY LOOK LIMERICK

Watch out the gnomes are coming for you,

They will bite you and eat you and your family too,

They stand out on your dirt,

With their wink you think "flirt",

When, they only look at you as a stew.
 

CARMAN THE CRAYFISH

Carman was a crayfish,
She played in mud all day,
She once climbed into a clay dish,
Then Carmen went away,

Carman was sold as a crawdad,
She ended up in stew,
Carmen did not taste half bad,
The way most crayfish do,

So, this is how this story will wrap,
Beware ye crayfish who like to play,
Stay away from the crayfish trap,
Or you might be crawdad soufflé.

WHAT'S IN THE STEW?

Margaret, Margaret what's in the stew?
I ate here on Tuesday and came down with the flu,
I use to think no stew finer,
Than the stew at your diner,
But, the last day I ate here I rue.

WHAT'S IN THE STEW?

Margaret, Margaret what's in the stew?
I ate here on tuesday and came down with the flu,
I use to think no stew finer,
Than the stew at your diner,
But he last day I ate here I rue.