Oh, please. Another blogger sitting around contemplating her navel orange? I feel your pain, so I’ll be pithy. My obsession needs a home. Where it can share recipes for a flexitarian diet, exhibit original photos and serve up tongue-in-cheek mouthfuls on the topics du jour. Whether praising a pea or appraising the planet, this writer, traveler and culinary inquisitor is bringing it all to the table. Stop rolling your eyes. You’re going to eat this stuff up.
Brilliant! I love your poems!
ReplyDeleteI second Diva's comment! Love your photo too!
ReplyDeletePoetry and innuendo... that's my kinda party. GREG
ReplyDeleteNo one has the knack for writing ode's like you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone!
ReplyDeleteGotta watch out for those farmhands.
ReplyDeleteOoooooooh farmhands and digresses.
ReplyDeleteCute poem - great photo
P.s. Just tagged you for an award over on my blog!
ReplyDeleteI think this is my favorite ode thus far.
ReplyDeleteSome people just think about virginity others think about four wheelers and load capacity, but few can weave them both so eloquently.
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Mrs. Bitters
In the land of Gluttondom, you would be my poet Laureate.
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