This is the Topic that never ends
It just goes on and on my friends
Why I came, and why I stay?
to p*ss and fritter time away.
And now, while I was sipping tea
a fly fell in unknown to me,
helpless to escape was he;
careless and unknowing I . . .
insipid fly!
A little fly, one summer's day,
She flew, to pass the time away,
Here and there, and there and here,
Each second was, to her, a year,
And yon she flew, and round about,
Then, tiring, felt a parching drought.
Anent she saw, with compound eye,
A brimming tarn, a LAKE of chai!
"Kaloo!" she cried, and then "Kallay!
'Twill serve to take my thirst away!"
She circled round, she circled in,
She landed, with a moscal grin....
And then alas! And then alack!
And then of doom there ope'd the crack!
This brimming lake, this blessed tarn,
(In which she saw nor hurt nor harm),
In which she sought her to refresh,
Now boiled and seared her shrinking flesh!
And, nightmare vision, wide there gaped
A fearsome maw - and naught escaped.
Our little fly, she flew no more.
Her resting place? Our Jjorge's maw.
And so my friend, if you will frisk as
Our fly did - 'ware hot meniscus....
think how much worse it was for the fly!
you swallow flies sometimes in the outback in Oz - but they always come back up - HOW does that happen?
There was an old woman who swallowed a fly.
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I think she'll die.
There was an old woman who swallowed spider,
That wriggled and jiggled and TICKLED inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I think she'll die.
There was an old woman who swallowed a cat,
Now fancy THAT! To swallow a cat,
She swallowed the cat to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and TICKLED inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I think she'll die.
There was an old woman who swallowed a dog,
Now isn't that odd, to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat,
Now fancy THAT! To swallow a cat,
She swallowed the cat to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and TICKLED inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I think she'll die.
There was an old woman who swallowed a cow,
I don't know how she swallowed a cow,
She swallowed the cow to catch the dog,
Now isn't that odd, to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat,
Now fancy THAT! To swallow a cat,
She swallowed the cat to catch the spider
That wriggled and jiggled and TICKLED inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
I think she'll die.
There was an old woman who swallowed a horse....
She's dead, of course.
Some people just simply seen to suffer for their art. Others are pure gluttons and deserve the consequences of their sins
There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.
hic
Hic
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Hic
This is the Topic that never ends
On and on and on it wends
In the morn it is longer than th'night before
Like something I won't mention here
In the morn it is longer than th'night before
An unending bending of ear...
Hunc hanc hoc (sfunny I thought that when I first wrote it )
synchronicity is a very fine thing.....hic...
"For years I've suffered for my art...
Now it's your turn."
-M Python
My turn? Great.
Latin declensions are terrible things.
Even mass is no longer in Latin.
Doctors no longer write scrips or have flings
That look like what some cat has sat in.
It's true Romance languages came from old Rome,
It's true that they fill our vocabulary,
But such a dead language is no longer known
Except among prelate constabulary.
Prelate constable reporting for duty mam
Horam Harum Horum His His His
Amicus Amici Amico Amicum Amico Amice
Si hoc legere scis, nimium eruditionis habes
Letti,
Lettai
Lettai
Lettam
Letta
Sic semper; distemper; and cavis' s caviar..
Hiama
Hiama
Hiamam
Hiamae
Hiamae
Hiama
Want to try a language new?
Here is all you have to do:
Backwards-Backwards is it's name
Would you like to join the game?
A poking fussman, ave, hail
Especially when he's slow with mail.
