Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Creamy mac and cheese gooeyness winked at her from the plate
Ordering it had been a close thing.
More often than not she would have just gotten the salad
Fork discarded, she hefted her spoon
Outside world faded away as she hefted the golden goodness into her mouth
Relishing as her tastebuds fully validated her decision
That’s when she felt the warm and fuzzies from her head to her toes.
Fraser combed his arm hair against the grain
Unleashing waves of golden amber hair to crash back upon hardened muscle
Rays of sunlight danced upon the same golden coat covering his back
Really he figured he should shave some of it off
Yet there was the fun of the mystique of being part werewolf that he enjoyed
Little white ones are okay
If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?
Even if you should be honest, face it
So many more times they edge towards they gray
Here is the true balancing act
Until you find where the white gets dirty
Really you are golden
Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?