In Reverence to the Boudin Blanc
by Ruan Mills Burke
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It would seem that the French will celebrate absolutely anything...
I never laughed so much in all my life!
We were called to the annual dinner
I knew not what I'd see
Such regal and distinguished heads
Before my friends and me
With robes of jewel-bright velvet
All marching proud and brave
And Boudin Blanc in pride of place
Enthroned beyond the nave
Each faction royally announced
Like princes to a queen
With head-dresses and mortarboards
Such as I have never seen
Those introduced, the Grand Master
Called order to his crew
And thus began a ceremony
To initiate the new
Each one in turn declared their vow
To the mighty Boudin Blanc
Swore to taste four times a year
And pass the message on
Then each was duly knighted,
Accepted meat and wine,
Paid homage to the sacred grill
(The Boudin's kingly shrine),
Adorned with fine medallions
On ribbons scarlet red
And each got a certificate
To show they'd made their pledge
Such an air of pomp and circumstance,
The mark of stately rite
In reverence to the Boudin Blanc,
A sausage, mild and white.
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|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|:) Yes silly, but as long as we
can in good cheer celebrate what
we consider all good things then...
Yes I laughed too!
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Which goes to show you that we Americans, in spite of our dismal economy still have too much time and money on our hands.
By the way, the sausage was delicious.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Oh, well, getting together for silliness such as this is better than burning cars in the street. HehHeh.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I can think of far worse things that people celebrate these days. And I hope you had a good time.|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|such a sausage of fine repute