Desert Stargazer
02-09-2005, 05:37 AM
I stirred and I looked
as I chopped and I cooked.
but from the back of the room I did see
an olden pot holder jumped across to my shoulder
and began to attack harmless me
He slapped..and he trapped as I tried to escape..
but his threads tangled up in my hair...
he tripped me and stripped me
like an old trussed up chimp me..
and then tied my long legs to the chair...
He grilled me and chilled me below an old light bulb..
like the black and white gangsters of old...
he stressed me and blessed me
and oh how he messed me...
I never had felt so un bold....
I felt at his stuffing..as he reached for my muffing....
a potholder with buttons for eyes.....
I caved in then gave grin he chuckled my small chin...
and then he presented his thighs....
A silly pot holder had grown so much bolder...
and he pelted my head with his pies ....
When he released me..
I was glad he could feast me...
and for dessert I asked
"just what may I fix"
He pounded my noodle
like a casserole poodle
and called me his "little chop sticks"
I hung him up for the night
while taking a bite
beneath a full moon in dark skies
we have an understanding
there will be no underhanding
he sees my sweet a la carte eyes
C November 17 2004 Stargazer
as I chopped and I cooked.
but from the back of the room I did see
an olden pot holder jumped across to my shoulder
and began to attack harmless me
He slapped..and he trapped as I tried to escape..
but his threads tangled up in my hair...
he tripped me and stripped me
like an old trussed up chimp me..
and then tied my long legs to the chair...
He grilled me and chilled me below an old light bulb..
like the black and white gangsters of old...
he stressed me and blessed me
and oh how he messed me...
I never had felt so un bold....
I felt at his stuffing..as he reached for my muffing....
a potholder with buttons for eyes.....
I caved in then gave grin he chuckled my small chin...
and then he presented his thighs....
A silly pot holder had grown so much bolder...
and he pelted my head with his pies ....
When he released me..
I was glad he could feast me...
and for dessert I asked
"just what may I fix"
He pounded my noodle
like a casserole poodle
and called me his "little chop sticks"
I hung him up for the night
while taking a bite
beneath a full moon in dark skies
we have an understanding
there will be no underhanding
he sees my sweet a la carte eyes
C November 17 2004 Stargazer