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"What an absolutely gorgeous little stream or whatever", Tom babbled.
"What a wonderful sight but it's hard to talk over the sound of falling water", Tom roared.
"This clear pure spring looks like the fountain of youth", Tom gushed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you see before one of Nature's Wonders, a Geyser", Tom spouted.
A bumblebee in an autumn rose
Imagine a traveller on a train
One beautiful day
In late summer.
And presumably every kitten/smitten.
But is not keen/to intervene.
if all are not free, then none are
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome please!
The Mosses: Mr. and Mrs. Moss, and their celebrity daughter. She's Fay Moss.
God equipped me with an insufficiency of hands.
Wherefore going home tonight, walking-stick and shopping-bag-handed. The umbrella furled.
I was nonplussed when the rain began.
Waltzing for dreamers.
Hello angel. I was expecting something grander
I confess. Big strong wings of godly grace.
A heavenly being, assigned to my case.
Not such a shrill whine. That starts again.
When I extinguish the light. But I guess
You're just a messenger, doing your best.
And the clean up team of millions will come by in no time.
So that's it then. And honestly I'm not disappointed.
We atheists can't complain.
WKSU is an online radio channel that I often listen to.
It's partially funded by advertising but also relies a good deal on individual donors. So at fairly frequent intervals there is an item reminding us we can become a supporter at any time.
You don't have to wait for a fun drive.
That's not what the announcer is saying at all: it should be a fund drive. But although I know this perfectly well, the part of my brain that recognizes words stubbornly goes on hearing fun drive, even though this makes no sense at all in the context.
Apparently it's true
The wombat's poo
Is a regular hexahedron.
Making it the one
And only animal that
Has cubical skat.
An expression which avoids
Mentioning cuboids.
In homage to Ogden Nash (1902 – May 19, 1971)
Where should I put my money?
- Hedge fund
- Privet equity
- Flower pot
All the kids liked being tested with vegetarian food. Except Trig.
He said he felt like a guinea pig.
So he ate one.
If I could meet her
In a reverse low-key sort of way
Just for a second
Maybe we could become a unit.
Perhaps you've not heard of the Elsinore Sewing Club.
It was Denmark 1943. Although the country was under Nazi occupation, Denmark's 8,000 strong Jewish population had yet come under attack.
However orders arrived for deportation. I don't think the full implications were widely understood but they were evidently seen as ominous.
People from all walks of Danish society joined in a rescue mission. Jews were warned to go into immediate hiding. Volunteers even worked painstakingly through telephone directories for names that looked Jewish to warn the people concerned.
The "Sewing Club" was a code-named resistance group. Elsinore in Denmark is only about 3 km across the sea from Sweden - Hamlet would have been able to see Sweden from the castle walls.
In small boats, the Sewing Club carried over 90% of the Jewish community of Denmark to safety on the Swedish shore.
Who cares about my old stories?
You've got your own.
Soon they'll be forgotten too.
In the spirit of "What noise annoys an oyster?" and "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck?" here is my own modest offering.
As an aside, if I decided to make a single of "Oh I do like to be beside the sea side", what would the B-side of "I do like to be beside the sea side" be?
"Can I come in?" asked Tom adoringly.
"I have something" he said presently.
"Tonight I won this coconut for you", he said shyly.
"Oh gosh, I bet your balls hit it as hard as possible", she replied bashfully.
"May I slip this gold band on your finger", he said admiringly.
"Oh yes, yes!" she replied engagingly.
Alexander Fleming
Called his mother a lemming.
In spite of this villainy
His career was very penicilliny.
If 23 people get together, it's odds-on that some two share the same birthday. This is not intuitive, so it's a surprise.
One of the OU modules I work on has about 1200 students. With that number of people, it's odds-on that 10 of them have the same birthday.
Who would have guessed that? If we checked through all their birthdays (probably we can't because of Data Protection) and compared them, then found 10 the same, it might be regarded as an amazing coincidence. But it's not.
The leaves whisper quietly
Its
Autumn
Soon
I saw at once the restaurants lining each side.
Lights. Smells. Menus. Cobbles. Walking. Choosing.
This startling (and for me unusual) synesthesia occurred in an instant. Opening a can of lentil and bacon soup, some tiny thing about how it smelt triggered these sudden recollections. I wasn't prepared for it at all.
Dat Lucrezia Borgia. What an awful poison.
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