Liveline: Thread with no name, Host with no shame
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In Dublin town, where stories unfold,
There's a dish that warms, a tale to be told,
Dublin Coddle, a favorite of Joe Duffy,
A broadcaster's delight, a dish so hearty.
With sausages and bacon, potatoes and more,
Simmered in a pot, a flavor to adore,
Slowly cooked, as time passes by,
Filling the air with a savory sigh.
But beware, dear friend, as you indulge,
For this dish, though beloved, has a grudge,
Intestinal gas, a side effect it brings,
A consequence of indulging in these things.
Joe Duffy, the broadcaster with a taste,
For Dublin Coddle, his love not to waste,
He savors each bite, relishing the flavors,
But the aftermath, oh, the digestive labors.
A symphony of gurgles, a rumbling sound,
As the gas escapes, swirling around,
Embarrassment may follow, a moment of distress,
But the joy of Coddle, it's hard to suppress.
So, if you dare to try this Dublin delight,
Be prepared for the consequences, day or night,
For the aroma may entice, the taste may please,
But the gas it brings, it's not a breeze.
Embrace the Coddle, but with caution, my friend,
Enjoy its flavors, but be mindful in the end,
For Dublin's favorite dish, a culinary treasure,
May leave you with a bit more intestinal pressure.
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