Wifey’s Weapon: a Crisco sonnet

My bum is large and I lay the blame

not on myself but oil

virgin and olive (so it claim).

Once tasted, diet to foil.

Ninja creep stealth, the best dishes

slide up my thighs, tasty

cake and chicken or fried fishes

pastry kissed by oil pasty.

But my bum is large, it’s okay

cuz my jeans fit well and

my husband has been heard to say

an appreciative “Daaaaaammmmmnnn…”

And the lesson becomes so clear…

Crisco: if hubby likes big rears.

*inspired by Poet Sanctuary forums weekly challenge: Crisco*


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