Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Ear Full Of Pumpkin: A Puree Recap Rap
Where the dogs are pretty
Cause it's time to gather
Set that sucker to three hundred fifty
The way it feels'll make you giggle
And grab a cup or two of water
Say bye to your daughter
Give your partner a holler
Cause by the time you're done
This won't be fun,
I can guarantee ya
In the pan you will put
About a cup per cubic foot
Line the pumpkins up
Face down. (pause) Yup.
Throw them in the oven
Get yourself some lovin'
Call your cousin
Eat a cookie,
How about a half a dozen
Check on the pumpkins half way through
You've got problems, if they're blue
They oughta be deep orange in hue
And when they are, that's your cue
This process seems long
But it beats singing a song
Or even writing this rap
As a matter of fact
After 45 minutes to an hour
Muster within, your girly power
Pull the pan out with both hands
Wonder again, how you feel about Iran's
1930's name change from Persia,
Did it lack courage-ya?
Anyway, I digress
Let's get back to this pumpkin game of chess.
Using your will and a set of tongs
Flip each pumpkin over where it belongs
They'll be steamy and dreamy
and look just right,
But I assure you, they're so hot that they bite.
Let them sit on the counter to cool
while you start the next batch, like a big ol' fool.
The clock will keep ticking
But you did the picking
So with a smile and a knife
Remember fondly, your old life
And get back to work
As your husband smirks
When your pumpkins have cooled just a bit
Take each one and give it a lift
Squeeze out the goodness into a bowl
Yeah, that's right! Now you're on a roll!
Compost, recycle and throw away
Cause now it's time to play
Beat that pumpkin, 'TILL IT'S IN YO EAR!
Hi. You had to have guessed.