Out of the mouth of worms … | |
Albeit, an erudite worm.
An email:
I am just part of the coterie of obsequious sycophants … a cog in the grist mill. Only Masa Harina tortilla corn flour for you, Miss Angela St. Lawrence.
Stomp me like grapes for the Must.
I ferment for you!
Sincerely, Tiny Wee Wee
I do love a smart boy who knows how to grovel with such flamboyance.
ingratiating, kowtowing, bondservant = Deliriously Happy Mistress
It’s been a very good day.
Goodnight, Darlings.
Goodness. I think I may have to start addressing you as Ms. Angela. Goddess? Mistess? Oh Holy One?
I’m so inept at these things. But I’ll learn, I promise.
Mr. Smith
(Would help to add that I was kneeling the entire time I typed this? I do want to stay in your good graces, Ma’am.)
You make my annelid shudder.
I had to look that up. You’re erudite, yourself, hdb …. or maybe just nerdy-geeky?