Thursday, 16 December 2010

Stocking Filler

Seeing as party season is upon us, I thought I’d drag out an old poem I penned when contemplating a rather inappropriate proposition a couple of years ago.  

If I found you in my stocking

It wouldn't be all that shocking

Willing, able and hearty

For the Christmas party

You could be my date

To be a friendly mate

And seeing as you're single

We could even mingle

With a possible proposal

Aimed at your disposal

Here's a little clue

A hotel room for two

It wouldn't be all that shocking

If I found you in my stocking

So that was summit old. Now for summit news.

Since writing this poem, a lot has happened in my personal sphere. I am well and truly sin-saily single, with promising potential, should a rampant stud come sauntering past. Not such a wham bam phishing notion as I was once led to believe. Why, only this week, a rather nice young chap even offered to accompany me to a coastal retreat. Me finks he was coached by the great guys I work with, but who cares. It certainly made my day, even if tasks pending left the unqualified offer dangling somewhere between the fax machine and filing cabinets.

It was, without a doubt, the best articulated and realistically engineered offer I've had in years. 


14 comments:

  1. Well get yourself back to the fax machine with a set of stepladders and some mistletoe!

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  2. Ha, ha, ha... I may just get meself arrested. The only register I wanna be on is the electorial rollers!

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  3. LOL, J.J. this is the cutest post! Girl you always make me laugh. Happy Holidays to you sweetie!

    I promise to be better a visiting come the New Year!

    Hugs
    Hawk

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  4. Fingers crossed, but if he doesn't turn out to be your prince, you could always try kissing a good looking frog.

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  5. It's a pleasure to make people laugh, Miss Hawk. Happy holidays to you, too.

    If a frog can keep me rivetted, Valance, I aint fussed if he's good looking or not!

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  6. Depends what you mean by rivetted. I know what you meant right enough, but it ain't the only interpretation. Maybe you'd better have that talk with your mother.

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  7. J.J.,

    Big hugs and you be sure and have a wonderful holiday season!

    You know, it's obvious Valance is picking on you because he likes you sooooo much! Like that little boy in grade school who dips your locks in the ink well...because he likes you and doesn't know how to tell you...he's like that kid. LOL

    Ah, cowboys...you've gotta love em, hum?

    Hugs
    Hawk

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  8. Ha! Not til the cuddly fella jumps into ma stockings!

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  9. Yeah... He likes me soooooooooo much, Miss Hawk. Now pick him up off the floor and check his airwaves!

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  10. Oh, what an opportunity! Valance is on the floor!? Why, I'll just give the cowboy some mouth to mouth...that's stir him.

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  11. Oh honey, I am sure that you had a great time!!!!!! Miss you honey! And I am glad to see you at my place honey! It is always a joy to see you there!!!

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  12. Well is that just a lovely pick-me-up. No matter the circumstance, a flattering phrase always feels good!

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  13. MERRY CHRISTMAS...Come by my place tomorrow!

    Hugs
    Hawk

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