What kind of person thumbs down Tennyson?
Well, he is rather inappropriate in this thread.
@Lash,
Lash wrote:
What kind of person thumbs down Tennyson?
They are embarrassments of A2K who thumb down Lord Tennyson's renowned poem.
If I guessed correctly, Lordy is one of them.
Come out to correct me if you haven't thumbed down the Tennyson's poem, Lordy.
@Lash,
Quote:What kind of person thumbs down Tennyson?
Not to mention McGonagall.
@Setanta,
Setanta wrote:
Well, he is rather inappropriate in this thread.
Oh, your childish limerick is appropriate and of high class while Tennyson's inappropriate and of low class?
@oristarA,
Ok, I read back, and oristar, you know what you're up to.
Everybody on the thread could easily put you on ignore and then you simply won't exist.
Stop ******* around or be disappeared.
@Lash,
Poor soul.
You sound empty-minded and it is reasonable to ignore you right away.
Better shut up your dirty month and stay away this website.
@oristarA,
I'll shut your dirty mouth instead. Another one bites the dust...
I'm guessing that our resident troll has at least three other alter-egos that "help" it with the downthumbing and self-upthumbs. Probably more.
@Lash,
Lash wrote:
I'll shut your dirty mouth instead. Another one bites the dust...
Surely you don't know the criterion with which to judge what is pure and what is dirty.
Poor thing! Just remember it is a lost cause to fight me.
@Lordyaswas,
Lordyaswas wrote:
I'm guessing that our resident troll has at least three other alter-egos that "help" it with the downthumbing and self-upthumbs. Probably more.
I've always had a sympathy for your poor intelligence, Lordy.
It is just me with this ID and so there are people who are always around to support me.
A Scotsman clad in kilt, left a bar one evening fair
One could tell by how he walked, he'd drunk more than his fair share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by
One said to the other with a twinkle in her eye
"Oh see young sleeping Scotsman, so young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt"
They stepped up to that Scotsman, so young and fancy free
They lifted up his kilt above the waist so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Twas nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth.
They marvelled for a moment, then one said "Let's be gone,
But leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As a gift they left blue ribbon, all tied into a bow
Around the bonny manhood that their kilt lifting did show.
The Scot awoke to nature's call and stumbled to the trees,
Behind a bush he lift's his kilt, and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
"Och Lad, I dinnae know where ye been, but I see ye won 1st prize"
Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.
Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.
-- Ogden Nash
Hers's and old chestnut . . .
A smiling young lady from Niger
Went riding on the back of a tiger
At the end of the ride
With the lady inside
The smile was on the face of the tiger
