Guaranteed to put you off crap TV this Holidays…

If you’re planning to wrap up warm (well, maybe not if you’re in Australia) and watch crappy reality TV shows all over the Holidays, read this. You’ll be switching to Netflix in nanoseconds.

Funny poem about reality TV from Mischieverse

Yes, even in Algeria. Curried desert rats perhaps?

REALITY TV

Dontchya love reality
When it’s expressed on your TV?
Nothing like folks’ dirty clothes
And stinky socks or filthy hose…
…to make you laugh and smile and puke
And giggle, snort without rebuke
All safely shut away inside
Your television’s plastic hide.

Watch those stars eat bugs and snakes
Stuffing down what nature makes… [Read more…]

Good Thanksgiving feast, was it? If not, read on…

A rather rude poem for Holiday “chefs” in the USA who, post-Thanksgiving, are now all cooked out. Bon appétit, if you can face it…

Funny rude poem about Thanksgiving by Suzan St Maur

THANKSGIVING AFTERMATH

Thanksgiving is over
The turkey is done
Dismembered, digested
And perfectly spun…

…into many waste products
Down sewers and sinks
In unmentionable forms
With unmentionable stinks. [Read more…]

Caesar Salad. And don’t forget proper anchovies…

Whether you love or hate Caesar Salad, it’s popular enough – and ruined often enough by restaurants – to merit a slightly rude poem all about it. Bon appétit.

Funny rude poem about caesar salad by Suzan St MaurCAESAR SALAD

Caesar Salad, that’s my joy – a culinary homily
Repeated in Brit gastropubs with regular monotony
And Stateside served in volumes big enough to feed a family
But, for me, it’s an excuse for sheer and bloody gluttony.

Now, God help the commis chef who forgets about anchovies
And not those boring pseudo fresh jobs, thank you very mucho [Read more…]

A poem for the hostess with the most-ess … who’s feeling atrocious

No matter how fantastic your party was, this poem in our humour section shares how – once everyone’s gone home – you just need to let it all hang out. Yes, everything.

A funny poem about the hostess after a rowdy party

At last it is bedtime and as I just mentioned, I feel as sexy as a muddy drain cover…

Here’s how..

After the guests leave

Well, that was fun, now! Wasn’t it just?
Eating and drinking and shooting the breeze [Read more…]

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