An Ode to Our Favorite Southern gal, Paula Deen entitled, “When Southern Chefs Go Bad”

Paula Deen, Paula Deen… have you no clue?
You used the “N” word and exclaimed “what did I do?”
You thought you were cute with your sly southern wit
You had no regrets then, huh? Not one little bit!
But now your big ass has been called out and it has caused such a fuss
I thought we told y’all racist hayseeds to stop messin’ wit us!
Oh Paula Deen, Paula DEEN… child, you are oh so misguided!
And now you sit and wonder why your career has been blighted?
As you can see, my southern belle… fat and fluffy as a hen
It will be a cold day in hell before the south rises again!
Your apology today was so pathetic and so lame
I expected so much more from such a “fine southern dame”
You tried SO hard to be genuine, so veritable and true
Without the faintest notion that it’s not about YOU!
We couldn’t care less about your family’s belief that all should be defended
It’s about the people who helped create you, whom you so viciously offended
So in closing, Ms. Deen, I hope you have learned
It’s been on the backs of many colored folk by which your fortunes have been earned
Bite your tongue next time, Ms. Deen… don’t let that “N” word slip…
Lest one day you find YOURSELF on the wrong end of a whip!!!