There once was a turkey named She. Everyone stereotypes a turkey as stupid, and the dumbest of all animals. Yea, well, She wasn't. Okay? She was just like everyone else, and yet She marched her own way.
First there was the morning dove that did not return the affections. But maybe She misread all that, because her 'no' came hard and flat. But She stuck to her own ministrations.
Then there was the badger and the mole simultaneously. The badger was a cur, and the mole spit only spurs. Maybe it was all too clandestinely.
Don't forget the ticket from the Council of Badgers: feathers worn in violation of fur and stripe code. A blatant exclusion from the group altogether. Am I supposed to wear a fur coat? Or am I just not getting the message?
But why does it even matter?
All She has to do is get fatter.
For that one day a year
When they worship her tits and thighs.
**Also, I've been baking a carrot cake today, so more of that recipe and documentation of it's making tomorrow as the cake cools tonight to be iced in the morning. As well as the happy faces flush with cake!**
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