I's right here.. shrugged off the beer.
and got a rope, to hold the Dope.
Oh, sorry dear, I meant Darksheare.
Hmmm..now how to treat, and cure the meat,
before we light the outdoor heat.
A little parsley on the toes,
and some paprika on the nose.
Some garlic on the middle parts,
but not the eyes, cause that might smart.:(
Onto the coals our Darks will lay,
for his haunting days, he'll have to pay.
Onto the platter, all garnished pretty,
while we dig in......
all such a pity.. :(
LOL! Major poet's corner here this morning.
ROTFL! Gran, somehow I don't have a hard time picturing you hopping, gollum-like, around a big pot over a blazing fire in the middle of the forest, while Darks looks on lashed to a nearby tree.
*sigh*
The sun is getting dim, will we pay for who we've been?
And if I died today, I'd be the happy phantom, and I'd go chasing the nuns out in the yard..
Great poem gran. You have mail on your travel addy.