Pig’s Blood Sausage Limerick Lunacy! - Competition
So there I was, lying in bed and trying to get to sleep and all of a sudden….
This thought popped into my head!
And that, I have to say….
Is a rare occurence!
“What we need” I thought to myself….
“Is another limerick competition!”
“I’d have to get the dates and timings all correct this time” I decided…
“Otherwise that missey (don’t worry, I’m not going to mention her name) from Montpellier (they’re a funny lot, that lot from Montpellier, aren’t they?) would only complain!
“But, a Limerick about what?” I pondered…
“It would have to be something pretty French” I thought…
“And pretty tasty as well!”
In a flash the answer came to me!
“Pig’s blood sausages! That’s what we’ll have as a subject” I cried!
And so here it is….
There’s a prize of a special mention and a link to your blog (if you have one) on the sidebar here at A Taste of Garlic….
And more fame and adoration than you can imagine!
And all you have to do is write an winning limerick about that famous French delicacy…
The Boudin Noir!
Oh, by the way, the photo at the top isn’t of me (just in case you were wondering…)
It’s Kelsey from “un(e)-americain(e)” in france and comes from her post… Wine and Meat in Le Mans
Would you believe that that it was the only photo I could find from any of your blogs showing one of you brave enough to eat a pig’s blood sausage?
Shame on you!
Bravo Kelsey!
The Rules…
1). All entries are to be posted as comments on this post.
2). Any entries must be in by midnight, Thursday 16th June.
3). You may vote for the winning entry (even your own) from 9am Friday 17th June until Midnight on Sunday 19th June.
4). You can enter as many limericks as you wish but you may only vote once!
5). Don’t try any sneaking cheating – we have ways of identifying who you are!
6). The winning limerick will be announced sometime on Monday 20th June.
7). The prize will be awarded by Johnny Depp and Carla Bruni at a date to be announced.
8). Don’t try any sneaking cheating – we have ways of identifying who you are!
9). The limerick must be about some element of Life in France and…..
10). The limerick must contain the words…. Boudin Noir!
11). To be really official and proper about it, the following is what we expect when we say limerick… “A limerick is a five-line poem written with one couplet and one triplet. If a couplet is a two-line rhymed poem, then a triplet would be a three-line rhymed poem. The rhyme pattern is a a b b a with lines 1, 2 and 5 containing 3 beats and rhyming, and lines 3 and 4 having two beats and rhyming.”
12). You may only vote once (and yes, that includes you, Mr Chapman!)
13). If we can find a prize, there will be a prize; otherwise, the prize is just the honour of winning this competition (and the envy of pretty much everyone in France, if not most of Europe?)
As an example to get you going…
There once was a gourmet from the Loire
Who sought cullinary excellence both near and far
But his favourite treat,
What he most loved to eat
Was a nice chunk of steaming Boudin Noir!
Or what about….
There once was a lady from Nancy
Who found nothing could tickle her fancy
So she went out in her car
And bought a great big Boudin Noir
And said… “Now, who needs a fiancee?”
Or even….
There once was a young butcher from Lorraine
Whose skill with a sausage was his fame
The girls would come from afar
To have a nibble on his Boudin Noir
And he’d just smile and say… “Come again?”
All the best
And may the best limerick win!
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By Sarah Hague, June 8, 2011 @ 10:41 am
Meaty!
By Richard Brown, June 8, 2011 @ 6:15 pm
In the Bible Moses said you should
Not consume any manner of blood
But the tribes near and far
Gobbled up Boudin Noir
What the Hell do you think caused the Flood?
By Richard Brown, June 8, 2011 @ 6:17 pm
See, I got the first one in!
By Keith Eckstein, June 8, 2011 @ 7:26 pm
Yes Richard but….
It’s not as naughty as my examples so I’m not sure what the judges (the readers of Garlic) will make of it?
You know what that lot are like?
All the best
Keith
P.S. I’m not really sure why I’m reminded of what an old girlfriend once told me…
“It’s not a race, you know”
She told me (with a scowl on her face!)
“You don’t get a prize for coming first!”
By Jacqui, June 8, 2011 @ 8:19 pm
When they talk about le Boudin Noir
Some say it’s an iconic French star
But I’d be so bold
To say it leaves me cold
Unlike the blue 2CV car.
By Keith Eckstein, June 8, 2011 @ 8:37 pm
Nice try, that, Jacqui…
Mentioning the Blue 2CV (and everyone knows they go faster) but….
It’s not me you’ve got to convince this time!
All the best
Keith
By Richard Brown, June 9, 2011 @ 7:29 am
I`ve adapted a limerick just for you, Keith:-
There`s a wonderful family called Stein
There`s Eck and there`s Epp and there`s Ein
Eck`s website is bunk
Epp`s statues are junk
And no one can understand Ein!
By Sarah Hague, June 9, 2011 @ 12:44 pm
A festival in France of Boudin Noir
Is known to the French as a Foire
They go there to taste,
Getting fat in their haste
To eat what is basically black pudding de la Loire.
By Sarah Hague, June 9, 2011 @ 12:56 pm
Boudin Noir, my dear friends, is a sausage
A big black one that to eat takes some courage
The French love it fried
With frites on the side
It enhances, they say, an ailing marriage…
By Richard Brown, June 11, 2011 @ 12:49 pm
Well, you asked for it Keith…..
The shape of the old Boudin Noir
Is much too suggestive by far
There are women who drool
Over a black person`s t–l
But for me `tis a turn-off, no, ta!
Hope it`s not banned by Mrs Garlic on taste grounds
By Keith Eckstein, June 11, 2011 @ 12:55 pm
Don’t worry Richard….
Mrs A Taste of Garlic doesn’t have any taste!!!
She’s with me, after all!
All the best
Keith
By Jacqui, June 11, 2011 @ 7:34 pm
Richard Brown I am shocked!!!!!!!!!!
By Jacqui, June 11, 2011 @ 7:35 pm
Claude and Annie from Le Loire
Were makers of fine Boudin Noir
When the English moved in
They created a din
Saying black pudding was better by far.
By Jacqui, June 11, 2011 @ 7:37 pm
Not to be deterred our French friends set off to see what the UK had to offer;
Claude and Annie from Le Loire
Set off to tour England by car
They’d been told to take care
And of the food to beware
So they packed fifty-two Boudin Noir
By Richard Brown, June 12, 2011 @ 6:48 am
Not my fault, Jacqui, Keith made me do it! I`m sure, however no one will vote for something so disgusting…will they?
By Richard Brown, June 12, 2011 @ 6:55 am
Some cannibals from Zanzibar
Came to France and tried Boudin Noir
Now the taste of the blood
Does them all far more good
Than consuming their families–hoorah!
By Steve aka Mr TK, June 12, 2011 @ 4:15 pm
Tomatoes are red
Cucumbers are green
A Boudin Noir is black and rather obscene
A French delicacy, some would say
But give me a British sausage any day!
By Steve aka Mr TK, June 12, 2011 @ 5:04 pm
Last night while in my local Bar
I spied a Boudin woman from afar
Was she Noir or was she blanc
I can’t tell’ee coz I waz drunk
By Jacqui, June 13, 2011 @ 8:01 am
I was drinking Pastis in a bar
When 2 Frenchmen arrived, Oh La La!
With a smile, a wink and a nudge
They asked if I’d be the judge
Of whose was the best Boudin Noir
By Sarah Hague, June 14, 2011 @ 3:36 pm
A Boudin Noir of refinement
Kicked out at its state of confinement
It exploded in butter
With onions a-stutter
And oozed over spuds in excitement