This is my prompt reply to Heather Huffman' July writing prompt to write a poem or story that uses the words crooked roses, cobblestone street, and spaghetti sauce.
As we say in Brooklyn, " May the sauce be you, be it marinara, pesto,Alfredod,, and the deep seafood specialty of the House of Avenue W, Ernesto Diablo/Fondofyouso.We ship 700tons a week.
The 51 State
In Greateer Brooklyn insiders know as a matter "OF COURSE"
Were especially famed for three things:
Our cobblestone streets that break axels and ankles,
Crooked roses, and spaghetti sauce.
No one knows how are roses got crooked
But the three bets that have been booke
There are three rookie bookies
Who take your bets and give cookies
And all of them are named Rose:
There's Jewish Rosie from Coney Island
Who's moving to Long Island
And we'll all be glad when she does
Because despite her great humor there is arumor
That she's in cahoots with the fuzz.
Rosa from Puerto Rico
Will drive you quite loco
Her beauty dazzles you to overbet
She is so killed she makes you ill
In ten years you aint won a bet yet
And Rosa from Naples
Top chef has her staples
Which include as a matter of course
Top ingredients for meals and what seals the deall
is her world famous spaghetti sauce
For which night and day in Sheepshead Bay
Ships come and load up her gold
They bulge as they leave through the borough one can breathe
Her holy sauce filling their hold.
So thus goes the story of great Brooklyn glory
That I am proud to relate
And issue the call to one and to all
To make Brooklyn the 51 state.
I love that you didn't use rose as a flower and made it the name instead!
This is my prompt reply to Heather Huffman' July writing prompt to write a poem or story that uses the words crooked roses, cobblestone street, and spaghetti sauce.
As we say in Brooklyn, " May the sauce be you, be it marinara, pesto,Alfredod,, and the deep seafood specialty of the House of Avenue W, Ernesto Diablo/Fondofyouso.We ship 700tons a week.