What possessed me
to let you take off my top,
jangle my guts around and
use various tools
to hollow me out inside
then carve a masterpiece
on the surface of my flesh?
Harvest lust?
Seasonal trust?
Too much vine?
Ah well, maybe next year, I’ll be more gourded.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Photograph of my carved pumpkins for the 2021 season.
Video has adult moments.
Those first two lines got me! 😂❤️
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Sweet, well, you know the things you think of during holiday moments. 😉
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😂❤️
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hahah; great fun 🙂
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Thanks, John. See, I’m learning life lessons and spending quality time with the family. Win-win.
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that’s great; that’s the way to do it 🙂
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Ha ha! Brilliant! So clever!
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Thank you, worms. My two pumpkins did most of the carving leaving me with time to think of preposterous things to post.
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😀
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Ha! That’s awesome, K. Excellently crafted and delivered. ☺️
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Thank you. It feels good to be embracing my silly side a bit. Cheers!
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Most welcome. We appreciate it! Cheers!
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Brilliant! 👍 What kind of pump kin do such a thing?
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Hehe, most I’ve met. 😉
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😂
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Haha! A nice serving of double entendres. 😂
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For a second you had me! I was looking for some steamy sex!
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Oh, man, this one was a rotter than 😉 But, you never know with me, maybe next time. Thanks for reading.
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Haha! Brilliant!! 🎃
(Always a joy to see that video too! 😊) 🖤
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Thanks for the video warning,
but your di-vine poem had me
ready for anything 🎃
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The season was ripe this year for new poemkins. Thank you.
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