Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for April 07, 2010

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat Hamhock and your lean Ralston is but variable service – two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.

Since his medium is comic strips, he could apply for a job as a Dogpatch Ham in “Li’l Abner.” That would be an open-ended gig.

For me, Literature is divided into “Shakespeare” and “Everything Else.” And Shakespeare is divided into “Hamlet” and “Everything Else.”

roast pig…. mmmmmmm

ElDo, Salomey was never made into a Dogpatch Ham! I remember there being a close call or two, but she slipped out from under the knife…

The Dogpatch Ham is the traditional wedding present for new brides; no matter how much you cut off, it grows back overnight.

It may be that you need a Hammus Alabamus to make a Dogpatch Ham, but that’s a one-way trip for the pig…

green eggs and hamlet?

Yeah, I’m sure. A Shmoo could be prepared in an infinite variety of ways, and they reproduced like crazy, but no individual was inexhaustible. A single Dogpatch Ham, however, lasts a lifetime: the more you cut off, the more you have left.

Jack Rabbit Sprat could eat no fat, HIs Hamhock friend no lean. But between the two of them Hassen fefer with bacon’s keen!

Well Hamhock’s certainly a little full of himself, isn’t he? Speaking of which…get in my belly!

I’m pretty sure Pansy gave one to Daisy Mae as a wedding present, but I also seem to recall that Abner took one with him on one of his earlier road trips. Who knows? Li’l Abner may have been the only person in Dogpatch history ever to finish one off…