Ode to my Boobs
Now men-folk, don’t come on all queer
Its time my boobs were mentioned here
But see, I’ll not talk coyly of my pillows of celestial love.
Mine are quite large there’s no escape
When I say ‘E’s, the sex-starved gape
But then they haven’t really seen
Quite what a size E breast can mean
When time and babes and joy and tears
Gives gravity some thirty years
To drag them down toward my waist
And swell then shrink them till I’m faced
With lumps of dough no seamstress’ skill
Can mould or capture or hold still
But still, they’re mine, though I’ll be blunt
I wish I could sleep on my front !
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
NEW posts added and some bits moved
I have just re-entered my older pottery pictures and put in a whole new load of pottery pictures, the old ones were mixed in with a different post, and I wanted to put a bit more detail in the posts, also having an entry per pot means the images and text don't get so out of control. Everything dated today is posts about pottery - there's about two and a half pages of pottery blog after this post.
I gave up trying to keep the pots in order - so they are a bit random.
I gave up trying to keep the pots in order - so they are a bit random.
tea-light cover
hedgehog in progress
big chunky coil pot
This is quite a large pot - about 10 inches tall, I made the opening so it's just large enough to get your hand into it, but if you have a first full of candy its rather harder to get it out again (evil aren't I)
Its made from black iron stoneware, with the red green glaze, then I dribbled extra red on the glaze, and painted the letters with the red glaze
Its made from black iron stoneware, with the red green glaze, then I dribbled extra red on the glaze, and painted the letters with the red glaze
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