Fried Chicken and Potato Salad — Chicken Worth a Song!
Posted By Randy on March 27, 2022
“The title of today’s offering refers to the signature dish common to meals served here when subjects of a certain gravity are up for discussion. Prepared as only Mrs. LFM can from exclusively dark meat, and set before the invited few in a spirit not unlike the peaches doled out at town meetings hosted by Al Swearengen at his Gem Saloon in Deadwood. So welcome, Goode Reader, to our feast of gustatory delights, where you will find the bill of fare affords necessary counterbalance to the piquant aftertaste of these dark deliberations.” ~ Fried Chicken and Potato Salad — A Welcoming Word From Your Host
As previously promised, this will be the second course in our treatment of assorted common afflictions, offered absent apology except to that worthy who wrote the tune — abused previously in my 2019 classic Dead Spider Serenade — whose identity I have so far failed to discern. The words, at least, are mine, as is the sincerity of their delivery both in the sound clip and lyrics that follow.
Dear Vlad
By LFM
It’s a long time since I’ve written,
But today I’m feeling smitten
With a need to vent my spleen upon your ears.
I’d drop by but I’ve been learning
I’m becoming more discerning
Of the people I’ll be seen with through the years.
What the hell have you been thinking?
You can’t blame this on your drinking,
And expect the world to look the other way !!!
We all expected more from
Russia’s buff bare-chested whoreson,
But her border’s where you’ve chosen not to stay.
Where once a heavy hitter,
Now a middle weight bullshitter’s
What you’ve shown yourself to be before our eyes.
Like some neighbour country hoarder,
I guess you looked down at your … border,
And found yourself unhappy with its size.
From a rising spy shop gremlin,
To the head chair at the Kremlin,
You should have learned a thing or two along the way !!!
You need a better playbook,
A sort of don’t be led astray book,
I’ll write it, but I’ll need you prepay.
Your troops are disregarding borders,
Of course they’re just obeying orders,
But it’s past time you unassed them from Ukraine.
Ere your armour stops its clanking
From supply logistics tanking,
You’ve still got time to pull them from the drain.
Your generals keep dying,
Your air struggles to keep flying,
Take the lesson now and save them from the fray !!!
If you won’t return them,
I guess we’ll have to pile and burn them,
Until the digging’s easier in May.
Well the proof is in the eating,
I hope your troops enjoy the beating
Armed with tools they seem to barely understand.
What you saw as glory gleaming
Set the internet to memeing,
And everything that’s Russian’s being banned.
If you’d threaten with a missile
In reply to this epistle,
You’re the sort, and I can’t say I’ll be surprised.
Please just shut your trap and show me,
Either blow me up or blow me,
My disdain is yours forever, undisguised.
OUtstanding, OUTSTANDING
Merci!
Here Here ! Fantastic ! I’ve been playing around with cords for the above call out.
In that case, do please keep playing with those chords!