Weeds
If you kill a neighbor,
You’ll die for murder.
If you kill a weed,
You’ll never bleed.
I do good deeds
When I’m happy.
I attack my weeds
When life goes crappy.
If the garden looks like sin,
By all means, please come in.
No weeds! Don’t knock on my sill
Without writing your will,
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
My cookbook, Following Good Food Around the World, with its 180 wonderful recipes, my newest novel, Do Lutheran Hunks Eat Mushrooms, a hilarious apocalyptic thriller, and all my other books, are available on amazon.com.
Hah! Good one! =========== Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. — Robert Benchley
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