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Luscious Larry

Rookie (4/1/69 / Greece)

The Fry Cook


Once when I was
at the restaurant
cooking and frying
chicken in that
basket thing just
watching the
bubbling oil 400
degrees the
fowl legs and arms and breasts
moving under the
golden rumbles.
Burnt again,
I was thinking of
you and your
white delicate hands.

Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012
Edited: Friday, January 25, 2013

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I cooked for a living when I didn't have a match to pay the rent. I drank a lot back then. Still do. I'm from Greece.

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,842 Points Bri Edwards (8/30/2014 3:54:00 PM)

    well, frank, when i told my wife yesterday that i had reconnected with LL, she actually asked if you were the guy who boxed (maybe she said 'or wrestled' but i don't think so; well it was long ago that i would have mentioned you) . i told her that there was once a wrestler named gorgeous george, but, yes, i thought you may have said you did some boxing.
    i looked at my old comment, almost two years old! now i think you were probably thinking of chicken? breasts, not hands, when something got burned. maybe not you. maybe the chicken.
    i did like the poem, but cooking AND frying? that's like overdoing it, isn't it? ? ? bri :) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,756 Points * Sunprincess * (1/8/2013 9:04:00 PM)

    dear luscious larry, you are from greece? ? ? ..i love people from greece and
    their food..especially greek salad..awesome write! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,842 Points Bri Edwards (12/28/2012 2:50:00 PM)

    i think your photo looks like a famous Comanche chief in the Old West. are some of your ancestors native americans? ? ? my wife says she thinks you were thinking of chicken hands when you burned yourself. i don't think so. (Report) Reply

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