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The First Rib Came From...

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An Absoulute divine meal.

The first rib came from Adam, and formed his lovely Eve, how delicious that must have been for him, when God saw potential in what ribs concieve. My first rib came with blazing hot sauce, and a dare that it would make me sick, and yes, my face turned so red that a neighboring table thought someone should give me the Heimlich. It took four jugs of water, two beers and some bread, before I could thank them and say, I am really quite fine, I'm just sunburned inside, but that was my last hot rib that day. Ever Since then I stick to a much milder sauce, or should I say it sticks on me. after 72 napkins, and a couple warm cloths, I like it best when the meat falls off the bone, Hoist one burnt crisp end, and suckle the whole thing real quick so you don't miss a single shred of meat, Like some extra large adult pacifer till the rib is cleaned. Pork, Beef, Chinese, Baby back, Western style, I aint picky except when it comes to vacumming each and every delectable tidbit. I feel sorry for the Muslims who are left to nibble on dry pita bread and thin sliced lamb. no wonder so many become terrorist. My record for rib eating is 37 ribs in one sitting, I would've eaten 38 but then I didn't want to feel too uncomfortable the rest of the night. I've always had an affinity for Miss Piggy, Just the thought of her laid out on a bed of let us, looking saucy and steamy, makes my mouth water. I can understand why the big bad wolf almost blew out a lung trying to getsome rib tickling culinary delight from the three little pigs. But there are plenty of restaurants that save me the trouble of chasing a porky puppett, they steam, baste, and barb-e-que, far more lovely racks then she ever displayed in her career. I Think I'll call in a take out order, and wrap up this poem. don't want to get sticky sauce all over my keyboard. Bone appetit.

© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III

Comments

ladyjane1 from Texas on July 20, 2010:

Cute poem and it made me hungry. I love me some ribs. Cheers

Granny's House from Older and Hopefully Wiser Time on July 20, 2010:

What a great tribute to ribs. You are so funny.

saddlerider1 on July 20, 2010:

OmG I am just squealing here like a Piggy with Hot sauce on her piglet tail. Stack em, rack em up, pile them high, like chicken wings off a HOOTER. Ribs are my number one finger licking, lip smackin, bone sucking meat treat.

Ribs are my dibs anytime..spicy, hot, sticky, gooey, saucy, bbqued, meat falling off the bone. Gotta love em.

Now I'm starving, I'm heading over to my favorite Rib Shack next to my sugar shack. Yippy Yi Oh Kyee

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on July 20, 2010:

So cute and clever,

You can get the most succulent ribs @ piggly wiggly

they,re so good and juicy

with a savory sauce

then a green salad you toss

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makes for a meal

that gives one a good feel

Sa`ge from Barefoot Island on July 20, 2010:

Now I need to go to the fridge an get me something to eat!

thanks for the great poem as always you make me smile, this time you made me hungry too! LOL ~aloha nui~

billyaustindillon on July 19, 2010:

I had a good laugh and you brought me back to a MASH episode where Hawkeye ordered from Adam's rib - amazing I haven't thought of that since I watched it how many years ago?

Kaie Arwen on July 19, 2010:

Ah! I didn't expect this to be funny............... thanks for the smile ~Kaie

SilverGenes on July 19, 2010:

Oh my yes! Or on a special placemat :)

The Miss Piggy part is hilarious! Thanks for the fun read!

Matthew Frederick Blowers III (author) from United States on July 19, 2010:

So glad I could tickle your ribs with something savory and tantalize your taste buds. You are so tright, this would be great on a rib joints menu. LOL~~MFB III

Deborah Shemesh from www.deborahshemesh.com on July 19, 2010:

You are quite the clever one!!

I'm hungry just thinking about

ribs, sauces, and the mess involved.

This is a great poem for all rib shops.

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