woodn't it be nice!?
I'm suffering disturbed nights because of the "thunk" of leather on wood (willow, actually!).
Why don't those pesky Poms play cricket in the daytime!
I think I ne'er again shall see
A tree, but no, a damn woody!
Crickets like the wood . . . so many crannies in which to hide and saw away, one leg against the other, to tell a sad story to any interested Miss Crickets who might be about . . .
Oh hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds to blue to fly
The moon just went behind a cloud
And i'm so lonesome i could cry . . .
Cripes, Setanta, I expected you to write a dissertation on Nathaniel Bedford Forest, not post pictures of trees.
The best way not to suffer disappointment is to eschew expectation . . .
OK, set, I am hard to impress, while usually sympathetic, but I really like that one...
I didn't need to say that twice, or even once...
It looks like summer in Narnia - bada boom!
The trees outside look bleak and bare,
as bleak and bare as I.
They seem to have no worldly care
as no worldly care have I.
But when it rains, the branches drip.
They seem to weep and to cry.
They feel the wind as a cruel whip
and cry, as sometimes do I.
[Attributed to Haroun al-Rashid]
Cheerful lot, aren't you? she said bitterly.
"Could we go camping?" he asked tentatively.
"Hell!" she exclaimed hotly.
"Heavens," he intoned loftily.
"This coffee lacks sugar," she said bitterly.
Amping? Is that going to become like "bavk"?
Or is it a real thing - she giggled.
She giggled...how?
All fixed editorially. You happy now?
No - I really liked "amping".
Am I the merest smidgeon difficult, do you think?
Quote:...I gaze upon your shattered mien,
I keep you scrupulously clean, ...
HeeHee. Love the meter.
That's from waaay back on the first page.
Amazing how these things grow. We're already referring to the first page as "waaay back."
[edited for spleling errors befor postig.]
I think that i shall never see
Cheese so squishy as new brie . . .
A thing I'll never taste at all -
Unless my cursed blood fats fall...
I was dancin' with my darlin'
To the Tennessee waltz
When an old friend i happened to see
I introduced him to my loved one
And while they were dancin'
My friend stole my sweetheart from me . . .
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin' the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz
That sounds se-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-erious.
This is your first warning......
DON'T POKE THE GODDAM BUNNY!!!!!!!
Don't do it!
