The Pig’s Bottom Challenge! - Competition
Following on from all the fun and excitement about the competition to win a copy of Norman’s Folly by Clare Norman, I have decided to run another competition.
And that most wonderful of authors, the great George East, has agreed to donate a copy of his latest book French Impressions – Brittany as a prize!
I have put put the book on www.BooksAboutFrance.com and you can read more about it there.
Without further ado, I am happy to announce that a free copy of French Impressions – Brittany by George East will be awarded to whoever wins today’s cunning creative competition!
All you have to do is write a simple limerick about life in France.
It can be funny, it can be sad, it doesn’t even have to mention Citroen 2CVs!
You can even enter as many times as you like!
There is just one proviso though…
The limerick must mention (or allude to) that greatest of French Culinary Delights…..
The Andouille (or Pig’s Bottom Sausage!)
The entries should be posted as as comments on this post and the deadline is midnight Friday the 4th of March!
May the best limerick writer win!
The book also includes some classic Breton recipes and reviews of more than 100 Breton towns and tourist attractions.
In short, it is Brittany in a book….
For more information, or if you wish to purchase…
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By Diane, February 26, 2011 @ 1:10 pm
One day I will learn how to write good limericks if these events keep popping up on your posts
Diane
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 1:48 pm
Here’s my latest ditty
On the sausage that smells rather shitty
The French really do
Eat food tasting of poo
And think English food strange and witty
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 3:01 pm
Oh my dearest Andouille
With you what should I do?
If I serve you with rice
Will you taste nice
Even though your smell of poo!
By Keith Eckstein, February 26, 2011 @ 3:42 pm
There once was a young lady called Jacqui
Who was addicted to rhymes that are wacky
She sat up all day and night
And many lines did she write
Just to come up with a limerick that wasn’t too tacky.
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 4:17 pm
Loving the ‘young lady’ bit Keith!
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 5:03 pm
In a restaurant down by the sea
A young couple just couldn’t agree
Should they choose fish
Or a regional dish
A sausage called Andouille?
By Keith Eckstein, February 26, 2011 @ 5:39 pm
In Charentes the first signs of madness appeared
And throughout France it spread, as was feared
Writing Limericks became an obsession
An ideal form of beating depression
Even if some people thought it was really quite weird!
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 6:04 pm
We’ll take the sausage he cried
On his judgement the lady relied,
When she tried her first bite
Her face went quite white
My god it’s poo that they’ve fried!
By Keith Eckstein, February 26, 2011 @ 6:23 pm
Pig’s Bottom Sausage is really rather delicious
Although, for some, it might be a bit ambitious
A nice big Andouille a day
Keeps the doctor away, they say
And also makes your breath smell quite malicious!
By Jilly, February 26, 2011 @ 6:33 pm
There once was pig called Snorty
who started to get very naughty
when the farmer went for a wee
he said that looks like my andouille!
yes ok you will get a taste of my porky
By Keith Eckstein, February 26, 2011 @ 6:37 pm
I have to state, quite categorically, that I do not know this Jilly and….
With a rude entry like that…
She has absolutely no chance of winning!
Anyway, she’s already read the book!
By Jacqui, February 26, 2011 @ 6:56 pm
My passion is French food and wine
In fine restaurants I do like to dine,
The thing I don’t get
Is the sausage called Andouillette
In my view it’s a real food crime.
By Adrian, February 27, 2011 @ 1:17 pm
Sometimes I eat Andouille with you,
Sometimes we eat tripe too,
It tastes good to the French,
But the food has a stench,
That reminds us somewhat of poo!
By Jacqui, February 27, 2011 @ 1:19 pm
Please note that one was all his own work! He He He I’ve got him hooked too.
By Marilyn, February 27, 2011 @ 3:20 pm
Keith, I think Jacqui is unbeatable.
By Richard Brown, February 27, 2011 @ 6:39 pm
At a French fete the Reverend Smee
Was aghast at the taste of Andouille
Why, he said with a whistle
it`s nothing but gristle
I don`t care that it`s additive-free!
A versatile poet should agree
On all subjects to write poetry
But I fear that my Muse
Would steadfastly refuse
To write Odes to the joys of Andouille!
Most French food I find really fine
But at Andouille I must draw the line
I`ve enjoyed frogs and snails
Even poor little quails
But I can`t eat the bottoms of swine!
By Richard Brown, February 27, 2011 @ 9:18 pm
Reminds me of a limerick( not one of mine) which goes
There was an old man from Oban
Whose limericks never would scan
He would get along fine
Till the very last line
In which he would always find there were to many feet that silly old man from Oban….
By Virginia, February 28, 2011 @ 3:21 am
Keith Darlin,
Forgive me but French sausage scares me to death. I just don’t go there.
V
By Sarah Hague, February 28, 2011 @ 9:26 am
An andouille’s a person who’s silly
(and might have an oversized willy)
It’s also a sausage
To taste it takes courage
Not to puke it all up especially.
By Sarah Hague, February 28, 2011 @ 9:35 am
An ode to an andouille I can’t
Don’t like it, you see so I shan’t
Sing high its praises
I’ll send it to blazes
With mystical spells and a chant
By Jacqui, February 28, 2011 @ 9:48 am
My head’s full of words to use
The trouble is which ones to choose
When writing about Andouille
The French regional delicacy
In a competition I don’t want to loose
By Richard Brown, February 28, 2011 @ 12:23 pm
Reading the entry which won the lat contest I saw that you liked a bilingual limerick. How about this to express my neighbour`s reaction?
T`es fou, l`anglais ,il m`a dit
Cos you don`t like our tasty Andouille
Your opinions don`t matter, you`re mad as a hatter
Et il en reste beaucoup sausage for me!
By Katie Mac, February 28, 2011 @ 5:45 pm
I’ve been warned against these piggy parts
they cause all sorts of unsocial farts,
do you fry it or boil it?
- maybe stick to the toilet,
lest your innards’ discontent starts!
By Katie Mac, February 28, 2011 @ 5:56 pm
“What’s for dinner?”, she yelled at her man
as he fiddled with cooker and pan,
“Not to worry, cheri -
’tis a juicy Andouille!”,
– so she grabbed her belongings and ran!
By Katie Mac, February 28, 2011 @ 6:09 pm
She ran all of the way to Alsace
chased down by the smell of the gas,
she threw up the bacon
and lay there forsaken,
thinking “never again eating ass”!!
By Katie Mac, February 28, 2011 @ 6:20 pm
The new restaurant in town served odd curry
it was said it smelt rather like slurry!
but the clients to dine
were told they’d had swine –
they’d pigged out, now ran out in a hurry !!
By Richard Brown, March 1, 2011 @ 9:45 am
It`s a shame the British feel so free
To disparage the taste of Andouille
Is there NO ONE out there
Who will bravely declare
A taste for this delicacy?
By Jacqui, March 1, 2011 @ 10:57 am
Mon voisin Français est bizarre,
J’ai mangé avec lui ce soir.
Sur son assiette il met; les Andouille,
Les petits cuisse de grenouille,
Et aussi une tarte au poire!
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 11:01 am
Andouille and couille are a rhyme
To eat them is really a crime
Don’t choose them blindly
If exhorted by kindly
Waiters wanting a laugh at lunchtime
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 11:06 am
A sausage that comes from a bottie
Is suspect if found to be spotty
Don’t ask what’s inside
Your stomach will slide
And turn itself over getting all knotty
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 11:12 am
Run away from that andouille most horrid
Choose something else healthy, less florid
A nice steak and frites
Your hunger will meet
And your taste buds will jump with joy vivid
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 11:23 am
Will madam choose the andouille?
Said a waiter one day, you see
He wanted to laugh
At a tourist who barfed
After eating the sausage recklessly
By Richard Brown, March 1, 2011 @ 12:20 pm
It`s plagiarism I think, Jax It doesn` scan either!
By Richard Brown, March 1, 2011 @ 12:29 pm
We`ve all had such fun with this comp that it will leave a hole in our lives when over. Could I suggest a site to enter favourite limericks? It`s true some (many even) are rude to say the least, and perhaps the site would need an 18+warning. Nonetheless their are clean ones which would put our efforts to shame.An example which I didn`t write, but wish I had which is even instructive in respect of pronunciation
There was a young girl from Connecticut
Who flagged down a train with her petticoat
Onlookers opined
She`d shown presence of mind
Bur a deplorable absence of etiquette
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 2:11 pm
An andouille once went for a walk
Cos lonely and wanting to talk
No one was glad
To see it, egad
The smell, you see, made them quite balk
By Sarah Hague, March 1, 2011 @ 2:19 pm
Mon plus beau ami c’est l’andouille
Son esclave au fond je le suis
Un regard plutôt coquin
Féroce comme un requin
Il satisfait mon appétit
By Richard Brown, March 1, 2011 @ 8:30 pm
Bravo, Sarah!
By Marierouge, March 1, 2011 @ 9:13 pm
I’ve met with a problem, you see,
What can I write ’bout Andouille?
It’s made from a pig,
The French eat it with fig
However, this food’s not for me.
By Marierouge, March 1, 2011 @ 10:11 pm
On a trip to la France I was taught
to write Limericks, indeed some about Nantes,
But Oh, dearey me,
to write ’bout Andouille
I suddenly feel and look gaunt.
By Sue, March 2, 2011 @ 9:38 am
French friends said they had a surprise
Open mouth, but do close your eyes
I ate Andouillette
So sick I did get
I’ve never forgiven their lies.
By Sarah Hague, March 2, 2011 @ 10:54 am
Thank you, Richard.
By Katie Mac, March 2, 2011 @ 11:43 am
“I aspire to be breakfast”, said Pig -
“my name up in lights, I’ll be big!
I’ll be known for my tripe
and create lots of hype,
’bout my Andouille limerick gig!”
By Katie Mac, March 2, 2011 @ 11:51 am
To make the pig’s bottom and fat
taste nicer, add lots of spice that,
together with thyme
will flavour sublime,
then smoke for four hours in a vat!
By Katie Mac, March 2, 2011 @ 12:07 pm
In my research of Andouille I’ve seen
that it influenced Cajun cuisine,
those of French descent
their expertise lent,
it’s a dish of which most are quite keen!
By Katie Mac, March 2, 2011 @ 12:15 pm
Old Andouille’s a fine tasty meat
served with Reisling it’s said, is a treat!
Perhaps we should try it
so go out and buy it,
as the French do, it’s right up their street!
By Marierouge, March 2, 2011 @ 5:38 pm
Oh whatever has come over me?
Last night I dreamt of Andouille,
In one little store
if you buy at least four,
you’re given the last one for free.
By Marierouge, March 2, 2011 @ 5:41 pm
Life in France is laden with glee,
and most of the pleasures are free.
But one little treat
is something we eat,
it’s the beautiful sausage, Andouille.
By Richard Brown, March 4, 2011 @ 9:01 am
Let amateur poets shout hooray
at last has dawned the great day
On which we can pass
From poems to pigs arse
To other subjects far more gay!
This station now closing down….