Spring Erotica

Dear Sillies,

Spring hath Sprung! That said, apologies for Martha's typical intrusion in my collages, and for...

Love ya!

Saint Patrick's Erotica

Dearest Sillies,

I've not been to Ireland. Have you? It looks spectacularly green and pretty, though I'd bypass the bar scene. At any rate, have a very happy and lucky week. Don't overdo it. I suspect you won't. You're too smart for that.  

If anyone named Charlie or Chuck reads this, apologies. It's not personal. Your name is oh so rhyme worthy, though. 

Love you, my loves.

WINNER, WINNER, Catfish Dinner!

Dear Sillies,

We have a winner! It was close until the final voting hours.

A feline diva takes this year's victory! Sorry, SWS, I hope she won't be even more insufferable. But oh, her poetic savvy. 

BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Her Royal Highness!

Thanks to all who submitted and voted and visited. I love you. Enjoy the day and buy chocolate TOMORROW when it's on sale. 

Here's this year's winning entry:

Dedicated to all the many tomcats out there who broke my heart over the years:

"This is for you

Without paradox --

A heart-shaped poop

In my litterbox."