Zesty Parmesan
Know Your Audience
“I’d like to see a menu, please.”
“You’re all the menu I need.”
“Just pass me the menu, would you? I’m hungry.”
“If I must, but can I not offer you an appetizer to get you started? How’s this? Or this?”
“Come on, I’m serious! I want something to eat!”
“So, you’re saying I’m not good enough? You’ve never said that before.”
“Dude. I desire some zesty parmesan. It’s been on my mind all day.”
“I can be zesty. I will be zesty anything-you-want, my gorgeous hunk of a man! You make me drool. I cannot contain my appetite for you! I am ready to eat you now, on this table!”
“Dude! What are you talking about?? I’m not even talking to you! Are you some kind of creep?”
“I’m sorry, darling, but there’s a man yelling at me over here. I don’t think he realized I was on my phone.”
About the Creator
Mack D. Ames
Tongue-in-cheek humor. Educator & hobbyist writer in Maine, USA. Mid50s. Emotional. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, 2 adult sons, 1 dog. Novel: Lost My Way in the Darkness: Jack's Journey. https://a.co/d/6UE59OY. Not pen name Bill M, partly.
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