Bonus Poem 08/30/2003, by Amber Cook

Lord of Lard

Three tubs of lard for the fry-cooks in the diner.
Seven tubs of lard for the housewives in their 50s kitchen.
Nine for cooking classes to teach the minor.
One for the Lard Lord in his well-stocked pantry.
In the Land of Larder where the frying is finer

One tub to grease them One tub to lube them,

One tub to keep them cooking and in the oiliness brown them.

In the Land of Larder where the frying is finer.




Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange