Homicidal Potholders

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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​

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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...​

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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.....​

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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 ....​

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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"​

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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​

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C November 17 2004 Stargazer​

 

could you explain this one? your interpretation of it?

 

A woman Hermit, maybe...having a 3 AM "escape".....I guess no one had knocked at her door for a long time, so she conjured up a fantasy....struggled a bit, but found a compromise. Kind of a B and D...by the old spice rack in late middle age...old Mother Hubbard gets a high rise ?? Yes ! Decidedly so.