He's a Yankee. What could he possibly know of poke salit? Pay him no nevermind. None of *us* do. Except occasionally, of course.

No, MamaT, your friends heard a bonafide Wild Woman of the Blues song. Sassy as all get-out and very fun. It's an entire song of double entendre.

And, come to think of it, I think the song was brought up --maybe by moi -- on a thread about suggestive lyrics or something. Hmmmm. This is ringing a bell...But I don't think anyone wrote down the lyrics. (This isn't particularly helpful, I know, but maybe if we keep shooting the breeze, someone will show up with the lyrics...)

Catspaw, if you wander over to the tavern I'll stir you up some poke salit. Show you what poke is all about, baby...