Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs


'Twas gralic, and the tompurée
Did spit and sprattle in the wok
All sout and sweer the chilli sauce
And Worcestershire outslop.

Beware the soya sauce, my son
The sherb that whofs, the dexim spice!
Beware the ragevin, and shun
The ginger, ground - unnice.

He took his spatula in hand
Long time the greasty ribs he fried
So slurpéd he a nicecuppatea
And, postimbobbling, died.

No learsome lunch, no snicker snack
Nor Carolling galore;
Just unrejuvenaddled Jack
Who cannae ask formore.


Tarted up February 6, 2002