Win a FastPass to the Big Apple Barbecue Block Party—By Writing a Limerick!
loudly the vegans did chant
urging the 'que-ers recant
but smelling the swine
on which they could dine
they decided the pig was a plant
loudly the vegans did chant
urging the 'que-ers recant
but smelling the swine
on which they could dine
they decided the pig was a plant
they strung up the chef
a note, pinned to his apron
"ran out of hot sauce."
We Have a Winner!
Texas, Carolina, New York,
Give us brisket and sausage, pulled pork,
We keep calling “More meat!”
Smoky, savory and sweet
Like a jewel on the end of your spork.
—Geoff
The judges say: Great flow—follows the limerick rhythm—and the "spork" imagery is priceless!
Thanks to all who entered. This one was tough to call. Still want to try your hand at winning a pass? Today's assignment is an ACROSTIC POEM!
Pulled pork, beef brisket, jalapeno slaw, rib rack….
I’m so excited for such a delightful snack!
But with the lines growing ever-fast
My appetite won’t long last
Please don’t make me get my meat fix at Shake Shack.
Interplay of the spicy and sweet
flavors imbued in the smokey meat,
keeps me coming for more.
With 'Cue love at my core,
I await treats from summer's heat
Jane had a BBQ out back
Slow cooked ribs charred till black
12 hours left out to smoke
Outcomes Jack with a joke
He looked to Jane and said "Hey, nice rack!"
Texas, Carolina, New York,
Give us brisket and sausage, pulled pork,
We keep calling “More meat!”
Smoky, savory and sweet
Like a jewel on the end of your spork.
There once was a pit-man from York
Who spent his long nights hard at work
While prepping his pig
He lamented the gig
And cried, "will no sweet lass pull my pork?"
Pig took a trip to the Apple
With a jaunty blue ribbon on his lapel
Some folks called him a winner
Then invited him to dinner
And now all that's left is the scrapple.
There once was a vegan quite hostile
For whom "Meat = Murder" was gospel
But her conviction died
With one whiff of rib eye
And you can't proselytize with your mouth full.
You say: write a limerick and haiku
Sure, there's nothing I won't do for great 'cue
For brisket cooked all night
A sauce with bite
Heck, would you like a kidney or two?
My attempt at this limerick may be hokey
I'd do anything to get pork that's smokey
'Que sauce that's sublime
Although dry rub is fine
So send me that pass, okie dokie?
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