Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
You got this, my friends. You've come this far. We're here for each other, and Saint Patty's is upon us. Now go expose that shamrock and reap good luck of the most thrilling kind. Wink.
Some nice saves there whenever you were about to..... duck below the level of propriety suited to dignified verse. (I'll reserve judgment on the first one until I find out what a McFlurrie is.) But I didn't think saints were allowed to do this kind of stuff. St Patrick is known for driving away all the snakes, and we know what snakes represent. Still, Ireland has loosened up a lot these days.....
You're quite the wordsmith yourself, Infidel. I don't know if McDonald's still sells McFlurries. As far as countries go, I sense Ireland's quite loose. I thus sense a visit there 'tis in order. Cheers.
Oh sweetie, where to start? He's such a mensch (a Jewish gentleman), staunch, predictable, honorable, unfaltering,...sure, a bit old and married to a wonderful woman but a gal can dream. Oh, and true story: I met the man. He shook my hand. His handshake is warm and loving, firm and gentle. I shouted "I love you," while mobs of people pushed madly to get an inch closer to him. He mouthed something in response. I'm pretty sure it was "I love you too Robyn Alana Engel." I haven't washed my hand since. (Well, that part's not true, but most of the rest is.) Smiles.
Yes please! ;) I love your erotica silliness :)
ReplyDeleteHa. Cheers, my dear.
DeleteLuck of the Irish to ya.
Have fun.
ReplyDeleteYou as well, EC.
DeleteDo they celebrate St. Patty's down under? I mean, in Australia? =)
Some nice saves there whenever you were about to..... duck below the level of propriety suited to dignified verse. (I'll reserve judgment on the first one until I find out what a McFlurrie is.) But I didn't think saints were allowed to do this kind of stuff. St Patrick is known for driving away all the snakes, and we know what snakes represent. Still, Ireland has loosened up a lot these days.....
ReplyDeleteYou're quite the wordsmith yourself, Infidel. I don't know if McDonald's still sells McFlurries.
DeleteAs far as countries go, I sense Ireland's quite loose. I thus sense a visit there 'tis in order.
Cheers.
One of these years, you're going to just go for it, aren't you?
ReplyDeleteAs if I haven't already, Alex. Wink.
DeleteLove ya.
Your poem is my fave part of St. Pat's. Erin Go Brah-less lassie.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
Haha. Enjoy, me friend. Enjoy.
DeleteHappy St. Patty's.
Feckin' good, Robyn!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra. Smiles.
DeleteHave a feckin lucky week.
Oh, no! The volcano erupted!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Grab a rag and start again, my friend.
DeleteLove ya.
So tell me Robyn - why Bernie Sanders?
ReplyDeleteOh sweetie, where to start? He's such a mensch (a Jewish gentleman), staunch, predictable, honorable, unfaltering,...sure, a bit old and married to a wonderful woman but a gal can dream. Oh, and true story: I met the man. He shook my hand. His handshake is warm and loving, firm and gentle. I shouted "I love you," while mobs of people pushed madly to get an inch closer to him. He mouthed something in response. I'm pretty sure it was "I love you too Robyn Alana Engel." I haven't washed my hand since. (Well, that part's not true, but most of the rest is.) Smiles.
Delete'It's time to .. pluck' haha
ReplyDeleteYou have a way with words, that raises the ol fourth clover!