Livestock Holiday
She was so hot and she knew it ..
But looked
so bloody cool ..
Bloody being the operative word
in that scarlet,
tie dyed cheesecloth dress of hers
and of course,
the matching top, not to mention
the machete ..
But when she
turned to face him, head on like
that in the
half-light, she near cleaved his
breath away,
and left him, well and truly folded
on the doorstep
of yet another cattle market abattoir ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2023 00:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Not all of this is 100% true .. I shall leave it up to you to decide which bit exactly I should blame on the acid laced tomato juice 🍅 thanks :)
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Comments5
Yep, sounds like another adventure of KP and I!
why don't you just move into another burrow, or warren or whatever? 🐭🐝🐧
Your personal comment after the poem creased me up even more than the tale of cheesecloth attire on a breathtaking female -- --only a mind like yours mon ami can conjour intrigue in nothing but a few lines. - - Great stuff................x
Based on facts of long ago when I am sure someone slipped me a Micky Finn or two 🍅x
It ain't a holiday without incongruous events.
.................................... true 🙂
I thought it said cheese-log - them wood louse thingys! I won't squash them. It's part of me Save Snails crusade - don't step on them in damp weather. A complete digression there, to throw us off the theme of the poem. Doh!
I'm glad you dont just think about your self these days
lmao
such fun, a great read
'cheesecloth dress'
that's just...
well
anyway, I'll be 'borrowing' that
lol
thank you for the chuckle Hyung
hope you have a FUN weekend!
and seriously back at you my friend .. oh' and just pop it back in the post when ya done with it 🙂
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