Ode to Ginger
Or, a love that cannot be denied. Have a wonderful weekend chumley warners!
Oh ginger one,
so peach and curly,
with freckly skin
and arms most burly
my chumlies here,
cannot yet grasp,
my fascination with
your ass
and face and hair and
mouth so trouty
like a toad, but more
pouty.
But fear not
Ginger prince, my heart's possession
I know my not so secret obsession
is wiggling its way into their
minds,
they'll dream of you, your pink behind
all glistening oily,
faintly smutty
like a pink sliced peanut butter
fried jam butty
And when they wake all tingly, heart racing,
they'll know exactly where
the blame to be placing,
On me! My prince,
my ginger bread man,
Fatmammycat,
yer number one fan.
Labels: A love that doth speak its name.
posted by fatmammycat at 5:04 p.m.
17 Comments:
CHRIST! You have definitely lost it, lady!
Take my advice, immediately: take a glass. a big one. fill it with something alcoholic, something STRONG. gulp it down in one go.
Hopefully you will calm down.
I think I will take my own advice and hopefully I will calm down too - this was more than I could take...
Have a good weekend ;-)
You too Sweetie, isn't Ginger day grand. I believe I will have a rum to celebrate.
My glass of white wine is filled to the rim! Slainte :)Mmmmm.....
oh loooook. he made the little blonde girl cry.
FMC your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
seconding the slainte and have a breather of a weekend.
OK so what is this ginger fetish about FMC? Have I missed something?
Conan, it's OBVIOUSLY too late for that intervention we planned. Just get the white coat with the funny long sleeves, and let's cart her off to the nearest rubber room. The sickness has reached a level where she's now spouting poetry about the gingerness. This is too much.....
What a touching piece of poesy, FMC. Sniff.
Considering that FMC hates poetry, she has obviously gone off the deep end. She has OD'd on ginger. It's time for an intervention.
can't type...gone blind...
Who is that gingerminger,two fridays in a row,christ!
and why is your comment page in german.
It is? I'm so frightfully hungover in could be in sanskrit for all I know.
Paaaady last night, in a gal's house, most fun, I had some rum and I finished the night drinking whiskey mixed with ribena-I don't recommend it.
I did however tag team the paramour with Piggy and MegRyanFish, waking him to the strands of, 'I've got something in my front pocket for you' that was Piggy and 'Fishy fishy fishy I'm mad at the midnight' that was MegRyanFish. Then the bigger of the cats jumped on the bed and the Paramour gave in and made coffee. YAY!
(I could be still slightly drunk)
You finally succumbed to the crack didn't you, you're all cracked up now...
Crack is Wack, Manuel, didn't Whitney teach you anything?
Bonnie, it's got so bad now that I have to fully suit up in my old laboratory suit and headgear before I pay a visit here. It's too risky, you never know what extremes of gingervation will assail your senses. And as for the concoction of Keatsian odes and Tennysonian hyperbole!
I believe it's too late for that 'intervention', committal to an institution on the grounds of diminshed poetical responsibility is our only hope.
After the Hoff pics I will never complain about the Ginger again. Glad things are back to normal here.
-K
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