Ackshully that just means you're doing a good job of impersonatin'. OK, I gotta contribute something... thinking... thinking...
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...
(Joyce? Good god, I'd've said Stein. Thinking, gotta try one of these...)
I have her cookbook - by Alice B Toklas.
You can talk of Blitzer, Wolf
When yer quartered in the Gulf
And yer waitin' on Saddam to quit 'is hidin'
But I tell ya CNN
Will be filming way past ten
When them bullets and cruise missles starts a-flyin'.
For it's win, win, win
It's a war we're gettin' in.
Though they're gassin' us with Serin
Combat gas masks we'll be wearin'.
And them Arabs will be starin', if we win.
It IS familiar.....not Kipling at all, is it?
It IS? Yippeeeeee!!!
I keep wanting to do more Parker!!!
Yes, Gunga Din by Kipling.
what occurs to a reverie on hold?
Does it shrivel
As a grape on a vine?
or swell like a bite
And then ache?
Is it fetid like a fish?
Or dry and feed many
Like a miracle of yore?
Perhaps it simply wilts
Like a cumbersome weight.
Or does it soar?
Give us a clue please .
Poet, writer, american, English ?
clue: American. One other poem by same author: "Let America be America Again. (it never was American to me)"
Well Langston Hughes you got us there Letty !
My turn:-
Dear Letty,
It is because I know you'd never let me go back to Abuzz, that I've now gone away to a2k without telling you where I was going. Don't be angry with me. Indeed I'm very happy; but I should be unhappy if you were to be angry with me. I'm only a bother and throuble to you, and I hav'n't spirits left even to let you see how very much obliged I am to you for all your throuble ... ..
Wow, hiama.
That letter is sooooo familiar. Your turn to give a clue.
English novelist, 19th century
Buzzing at the borders of recognition like a damned gnat!
Deb, they're called no-seeums. Hmmmm. Gotta be a female novelist of the 1800's. Wild guess--Charlotte Bronte
My letter was in the style of Trollope, who might this anecdote be about, two friends ( one a writer) walking across a rugby field on the way to the pub :-
Friend 1 (the writer) : " Its a beautiful day isn't it ? "
Friend 2 : " Yes, it makes one glad to be alive. "
Friend 1 (the writer) : " Aw now, I wouldn't go that far ..."
