Late Night Snacking


Late night snacking
Cause I am writing; cake and ice-
Cream, I feel my ass spreading


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    • Ah yes…luckily I am not a chocoholic although I have been known to act a fool around bounty chocolate- it’s chocolate filled with lots of coconut…so good lol. Thanks for the comment and like always

  1. I like yo store my food in my ass too. I’d like it if everything I ate went other places, the ether and not parts of my body.

    • Oh the spreading was for exagggerated emphasis, trth be told though after a while it feels more like spreading than growing. But in this context it was to emphasize the effect :). Thanks for stopping by and taking time to read and comment. Have a great weekend

  2. Heee heee heeee! Did you say “cake?!” I so relate — it sucks! This man years ago told me that he was a writer and that it required a lot of eating to write for fuel or something like that — I think he put a damn curse on me! I love this poem…

    • Lol…well i better gets to eating then…except I really don’t have the tummy for sweets…been nursing a tummy ache all day :(. But the cake and icecream was good in the moment. Thanks Sandee πŸ™‚

  3. You have no idea how hungry your picture just made me!! I’m going to the kitchen now…i think I have an ice cream sandwich calling my name. πŸ™‚
    (Just what my own ass needed!)

      • lol..I should have waited to read this before I headed to the kitchen. Now, with my tummy full of ice cream, I think I can actually feel my butt growing. 😦

      • LOL, ha ha too funny. Truth is my tummy can’t take sweets but somedays I get greedy. I am sure your butt is just fine :)..

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