A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Feet to me smell just like cheese. Fritios or toe-chip if you please. I've decided to concoct Feet Stew. The ingredients I need are potent, but few. First I need some buttermilk and a hunk of cheddar cheese. Then I'll get some Doritos. Five packets if you please. I'll need some Gorgonzola and whatever's between my toes. Oh the smell is cheesy as it wafts into my nose! And of course I'll need one stinky sock. My brother's will do the trick. His 1980's tube socks will make it nice and thick. With little salt and fresh ground pepper, Then I'll mix it all together. Hey everyone! It's time for dinner! It's time to eat Feet Stew! But I've decided not to eat it. I'll just watch all of you.