A musing from DeeDee18 to me

A fractured ode to ‘yum’:


As I hit the key to log myself in,
I found all had changed to my total chagrin,


A plethora of names so long I did see,
And when I typed ‘yum’, someone shouted, “That’s me!”


“You can’t just arrive here, like opening a door,
And think all will stay, the same as before?”


I fumed and I cried, ‘till my tears had all dried,
Then emailed my yum to ask her, “how come?”


“If I always have been, your bestest of friend,
On this wonderful site, for so long every night,”


“Then why may I ask, am I taken to task,
For calling you yummy, who makes thrills in my tummy?”


In her wise moddy way, she came back to say:
“I missed you, li’l bratt, so forget all that.”


“Call me yum if you want, the others don’t care,
We’ll work it all out, so the name we can share.”


Well, what could I say, since she put it that way?
So I still call her yum, often misspell it ‘tum’,


Which she always finds funny, saying Bwahaha, honey,
So I give her an mmmmwhaaa kiss for her puss puss,


And she gives me one back,
And so we go on, ‘till it’s time for the sack.

At which time we part, though saddened at heart,
But short is our sorrow, ‘cause soon it’s tomorrow,


And once more I’ll call out the name of my yum,
And she’ll call back, “OhmiGod, here I cum!”


“All over my chair, and in my girl friend’s hair,
As I shoot on the wall, and out in the hall.”


At which time I, too, cum with a whooooo!!!
And I yell and I shout, as my juices spurt out,


People will read this, and giggle and sneer,
But we have fun, and one thing is clear,


I will always have yum, on the tip of my tongue,
‘Cause it makes me feel neat, from my head to my feet,


To write her on here, and call her ‘my yummy bear’,
Who makes me cum, And answers to ‘yum’



~DeeDee18