Ach a Chaoimhín, ya wee devil!

Well, it seems that Kim has left us to our own 'devices' this weekend - her and screechin' chicken - It ought to be interestin' to see what we cook up! '-)

First, the alpha batch of Silver B.L.O.B.s:

To the ONE AND ONLY JENELLEN for these righteous lines:

All you women out there listen to my tale
Every last bit is true
There ain't a fella out there will hold his ground
When the oven starts to coo
To save him crawlin' 'neath the table
As soon as he is able
Here's what you have to do
When you think you're ready
Just fix you some spaghetti
And avoid the half-dead chicken blues

And to McGrath of Harlow for the picturesque verse (and I'm hoping there'll be more forthcoming from this Master of the Mudcat...):

Oh mother, you've cooked us a succulent feast
for when father comes home from the pub.
Potatoes and veg, and chicken no less,
Which we know is his favourite grub.
The table is laid, with a knife and a fork,
And his favourite bottle of beer.
And Benny and I are so hungry to eat.
But what's that strange sound that I hear?

Geez -- I'm quivering in my boots wondering what the other Challenge!rs will come up with . . . Meanwhile, here's yet another humble entry from the Keeper of the Book:

I Wish I'd Cooked Zucchini Lasagne
(Tune: Tiny Sparrow)

Chorus:
I wish I'd cooked a zucchini lasagne,
Or shepherd's pie, with the beef ground fine,
There'd be no screechin' from my kitchen,
And I'd still have that man of mine.

I was so proud of my 'lectric oven,
Our first meal in our brand new home,
A verdant salad, augratin taters,
The mood just like a Khayam poem.

With candles lit, the babies sleepin',
A silk black negligee to sport,
I nestled close to my dear hubby,
We had ten minutes to cavort.

I wish I'd cooked a zucchini lasagne,
Or shepherd's pie, with the beef ground fine,
There'd be no screechin' from my kitchen,
And I'd still have that man of mine.

We hugged and kissed, our lips still searchin'
When from its tomb, that fowl did squawk,
He twitched and ran from my lovin' arms,
Screamin' that he had to take a 'walk',

His stroll has lasted ten long years now,
With therapy, I now say 'What the heck!',
In Gay Paree I went to chef's school,
And now I know how to slice a neck!

I wish I'd cooked a zucchini lasagne,
Or shepherd's pie, with the beef ground fine,
There'd be no screechin' from my kitchen,
And I'd still have that man of mine.

hee hee right back atcha Kim! -- Áine