lol no odd socks... when Noddy said Pogo i thought she was talking about...
www.pogo.com....
Generation gaps are facts of life.
lol thanks guys.
Interspecial romance sounds so sweet, in theory, doesn't it? But it isn't. Or so I'm told ( sideways glance).
I keep trying to find Seed's Mother's Pogo--but that "cannot find' page keeps emerging.
hmmm i dont know Noddy... its just a bunch of games is all nothing big... but addictive for some
We have met the enemy and he is us.
Self control is very mutable.
Thank you, Seed. I'm just an old fashioned girl who prefers the social life in the best swamps--no offense to your mother who has raised a fine, beamish boy.
oh no need to worry at all noddy... pogo.com is about the extent of my mothers skills on the computer. and thank you for the kind words
im beaming over here now
The Jabberwocky
By Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Or are you and Scotty leaving an intelligent planet?
naw i think we'll stay...
