TELL THEM…YOU HAVE!!!! 🙂
ANYBODY WITH ME HERE????
Peer pressure is useful and mighty
For all races, even the “whitey’s”
So what I may say
May give me away,
Though the message be from the Almighty.
Each of us has a peer group to follow
With self views in which we can wallow,
But step out of line…
Betray your own kind…
Meet reaction divisive not shallow.
A crisis in identity
Is threatened when one wants freed
And cultural stripe
To fulfill their own wish to be.
A need to belong is God-given
That old nature wants us be riven
By needs to belong
Rejecting the song
That we would like to be living.
At the Queen of Curves we love showcasing curvy thought leaders: women who are taking a stand for all things curvy and confident.
Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting the fabulous Melissa from the amazing blog Suger Coat It. I love everything about this curvalicious woman – her blog, her style, and her attitude to life!
Recently named as one ofKidspot’s Top 40 Beauty & Lifestyle bloggers, I just knew I had to interview her! I spoke to her about fashion, blogging, and deserted islands – check out her interview below and be sure to follow this fabulous creature. You think sugar is addictive? Wait ’til you visit her blog!
How would you describe your blog to readers?
Suger Coat It is a blog about plus size fashion, confidence, food and living well. It’s my account of living the sweet life.
How did you…
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OH GOOD….SOMETHING I MISSED!!!! 🙂
FIVE “GRIM” LIMERICKS, by Jonathan Caswell
The husband found someone much younger
To satisfy his growing hunger,
But his wife found out “natch”
And with great dispatch
Found them with each other and hung her!
Mr. Pullman was afraid of grave robbers
So enlisted some extra tomb jobbers
To crisscross with steel
The tomb passage seal
To avoid desecration thing-a-ma-bobbers.
That Valentine’s Day, lots of candy
Is sold in the stores is just dandy…
If diabetics go high
To the sweet bye-and-bye,
We’ll know then that something went randy.
You heard the news about Nellie…
Who fell into hamburger smelly,
The dogs bit her face
In the most fatal place…
The food at her wake—vermicelli.
A log roller rolled one too far
And all that they found was a spar
With a piton attached
The man was dispatched
In a way so tragic and bizarre.
FUNERAL TRAIN, by Jonathan Caswell
I don’t like to speak of the dead,
But to illustrate, I’ll use the F.R.E.D.
That put a death noose
Around the caboose…
Replaced by F.R.E.D.’s blinker instead.
Train F.R.E.D.’s are more like inspectors
Not wanted by many collectors…
Cabooses as train end reflectors.