Dear Sillies,
Here we are. For us Americans who, for the most part, already constantly indulge, it's time for abundantly excessive indulgence. Oy vey.
I do hope you all enjoy much yumminess - in whatever ways, shapes and forms bring pleasure.
Happy Thanksgiving week, my dears.
My mind is racing at the mere thought of two-fisted basting!
ReplyDeleteHaha. That "two fisted basting" drove me a bit bonkers. I was fixated on including it but it took many re-writes to word things just right. But hey, when a gal's got a gift, she has reason for pride and erotica poetry.
DeleteI'll never look at turkey the same again...
ReplyDeleteI can't blame you, Alex. I can blame me. What's your favorite - the tender breasts? Private bits? Nice tight thighs?
DeleteOMG, Robyn, you've outdone yourself with this poem, lol! Such salaciousness! And blessed by His Holiness as well!
ReplyDeleteOh His Holiness, my friend. That turkey was divinely blessed in various ways. And the bone - well, somethings should stay private.
DeleteCheers and thank you. I worked on this one long and hard. No pun intended. Nah, pun intended.
Now I know why mom needs so many basters!
ReplyDeleteLOL! This might be the best comment of the year, Diane. Oh my, thanks so much.
DeleteYour poem marks an excellent start to Thanksgiving week. It's yummy.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Thank you, m'dear. Happy Thanksgiving.
DeleteLove,
Robyn
All the food at Thanksgiving is low calorie ya know! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. The poem makes it all official.
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Thanks, dear Sandy.
DeleteCheers and well wishes.
Happy Thanksgiving to you. That was some serious fun. :)
ReplyDeleteFun needs be serious. Thank you for dropping by and leaving a comment, Nilanjana.
DeleteSend her kid on an errand. I'll be right over.
ReplyDeleteNah, she's got her basters. She's fine.
Delete*head shaking* Yikes. Okay, good for a chuckle.
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ReplyDeleteanytime we can invoke Pope Leo - it's a party, my friend. Excellent poem. What would the pilgrims think?