Foul! - Any limerick ending with its opening is an insult to our old and commendable tradition of raucous doggerel b. For shame you quote it in this place :nono:
You must scrutinize my own very excellent Ode to Nigella b. Ne'er a faux rhyme nor deviation from scansion to be seen and I would rather die than employ this particular lazy contrivance.
Pathos my black arse, the ***** just couldn't think of anything else to rhyme with Jamaica
I glanced at Nigella last night. Once again, she cooked remarkably ordinary food and then sat around scoffing it with her chums (who do appear to be some of the worst human beings on the planet, btw). It struck me that, without all the curves and the lascivious twinkling to camera, she really no longer has an act.
Exactly. And a profoundly dull Kofte that, if I'm not mistaken, didn't even have cumin in it. :yikes:
I've always thought Nigella was a fraud who traded on her appeal to a certain type of onanistic older gentleman and fat birds who want to feel less guilty about stuffing their faces and this series appears to confirm it.