A song about my breakfast
Dec. 8th, 2018 07:35 amOver breakfast, I realized that my food scanned to that song by Leonard Cohen. I got as far as writing two verses. You're welcome.
There is one fruit I cannot quit
And if it has a tiny pit
I feel as if I have just won the lotto
I give it just a gentle squeeze
The pounding heart, the weakened knees
I have a perfect, ripened avocado
Avocado, avocado
Avocado, avocado
If I could only heed the warning
Not to buy it every morning,
I would own a house in El Dorado
But if, perchance, I have the time
The onion, garlic, salt and lime
Make guacamole from my avocado
Avocado, avocado
Avocado, avocado
(Copyright 2018 by Joseph Levy.)
If anyone feels like adding more verses, feel free to do so in the comments.
To avoid confusion, here's my actual guacamole recipe.
There is one fruit I cannot quit
And if it has a tiny pit
I feel as if I have just won the lotto
I give it just a gentle squeeze
The pounding heart, the weakened knees
I have a perfect, ripened avocado
Avocado, avocado
Avocado, avocado
If I could only heed the warning
Not to buy it every morning,
I would own a house in El Dorado
But if, perchance, I have the time
The onion, garlic, salt and lime
Make guacamole from my avocado
Avocado, avocado
Avocado, avocado
(Copyright 2018 by Joseph Levy.)
If anyone feels like adding more verses, feel free to do so in the comments.
To avoid confusion, here's my actual guacamole recipe.
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Date: 2018-12-08 07:41 pm (UTC)