The Fourth Thursday in November:
A gibberishly delicious meal by James Doker
From Fliston and Murbick
And western St. Blummeth,
Converging on Rimberg,
My cousins all cometh.
After fasting all day,
Our stomachs, they grumble.
The noise from our innards
Sounds like bees of type-bumble.
The kitchen’s aromas
To my nose, they mingle.
Distract from my hunger?
I
(
Read more... )