I started these lyrics in a songwriting workshop and got stuck. FAWM got me working on it again.
This happened ‘cause of Facebook
See, I was hanging out, wasting time
Laughing at cats and such gobbledygook
When someone claimed that recipes can’t rhyme
Say what? Says who? I grinned at my list
Though I hadn’t actually cooked for years
This was simply a challenge I couldn’t resist
I went to the kitchen and opened some beers
I looked in the closet, found thyme and cayenne
The fridge held hard cider and a foul atmosphere
I shrugged, drank a bottle and picked up a pen
It wasn’t as if I’d make the recipe here!
Put garlic and chocolate in a pan
Add the deepest red-gold maple blood
Toss in shrimp and raisin bran
Random spice and a single spud.
Cook it crispy, shred a brussels sprout
Fold it all into gluten-free taco shells
Serve with a side of spicy sauerkraut
And a dessert of seaweed with morels.
I posted, drank a toast, and fell down drunk
Woke up, a bright light stabbing my brain
In a strange alien kitchen full of cooking junk
And well stocked with food fancy and plain
So now I’m stuck in this spaceship composing
A million strange meals, all in rhyme
I don’t want you to think I’m really just posing
If I wanted to leave, the position is prime.
I sure hope someone else will see
And write poetic recipes sublime
So the aliens will let me flee
I miss McD’s and I’ve done my time
Come on, you scifi geeks stuck on the ground!
Surely you yearn to see past our sky
The aliens are leaving, they’re headed outbound
And I just want to wave them goodbye!
You could be the first human on Antares
Just post some doggerel mixed well with cream
Blend random foods with a nice turn of phrase
And win a trip beyond my wildest dream.