Gordo gorged on meat when angry or nervous and could not bear slow restaurant service. Once, ol' Gordo ordered a whole cow - when the staff balked, he shouted, "Now!" On the hoof, the cook cried, "God, preserve us!"
d’Verse prompt: Bon appétit food poetry
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about food.
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48 thoughts on “On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe”
Haha… such a hilarious and complete story told in a few poetic words. I love it, David. ❤❤
🤍 💙 Lamittan 💙 🤍
💓 Dolly 💓 спасибо!
Hahahaha this is absolutely delightful 😀
💞 Sanaa 💞
This made me think of Mr Creosote
Very funny, David, I worked with guys like that! JIM
💝 thanks, Jim 💝
That one was so funny.
😌🤍 Molly 😌🤍
Some meaty lines, David. Made me laugh and want a glass of milk. 🙂
😄🥛 Terveen 🥛😄
😆 Kim 😆
Funny poem, reminds me to cut down on the meat myself.
❤ Felic ❤ ~ haha! Thank you.
I love this one David! ❤ You’ve put a smile on my face! 😊 I always call my husband “gordo”.
I picked that name deliberately! I looked for names that mean fat – and when I saw this one, I thought of you right away, Filipa 😀
Sébastien is “gordo” but I’m the chubby. 😂🤣😅
Yikes. That would be quite a sight.
🐮 Lauren 🐮