Willie, in a fit macabre,
Shoved his sister in the harbour.
Mother, seeing the child drowning
Couldn't keep herself from frowning.
Willie, in a fit macabre,
Shoved his sister in the harbour.
Mother, seeing the child drowning
Couldn't keep herself from frowning.
There were three lords sate in an ale-hoos
Lamenting that their lot could scarce be wors.
Then an of them gan say, O Woe is me, O lack a day!
So swells the numbers under me, swich growing responsibility.
In compensatioun do I not deserve more moneye soon?
The next man then took up the doleful tune
Mine company grows less and less each day
It is full hard, by Goddes blood I should get more pay.
And then the third began, and thus did groan
My station is the hardest of us three, by Christs bones.
I've held all my estates the same, but still no bonus.
Luckily they were all on the same remuneration committee.
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When the stars grow dim
And the seas run dry
We'll still have been
Both you and I.
Over the frozen plain we walked
No man talked to another man
But yet we held each other by the hand
Through the night.
When dawn came across the plain
We stretched in gratitute
To friends we saw on either side
Blinking in the light.
Stu!
We read the hotel was 'right by the beach'.
When we complained it wasn't, we just got told 'not to take it littorally'.
“It’s a plaice, or... maybe a sole. Er. Hang on a minute, could it be a dab?”, Tom floundered.
"Everyone knows what 1 minus 1 comes to", Tom snorted.
my handsgot
wrinkly
and i didnt notice
There was an old man of the sewer,
Who said to his wife, he said to her:
“When folks say I niffs,
We have such frightful tiffs,
That I fear that my friends are growing fewer.”
Q. What cereal do Swiss cats have for breakfast?
A. Mewsli
To your great heights, dear Father Zeus
I never could aspire
For I’m a little jumping flea.
Sure, you can jump much higher.
Evan!
they say time heals all
wounds and of course thats true
if you wait long enough
Frankly I’d be bored
If I won an Academy Award.
But should the situation every arise
I wouldn’t mind a Nobel Prize.
It seems to me
Ghengis Khan was lacking in sympathy.
When I heard someone say we needed more like him in the world
My toes just curled.
Of breaking your heart
And numbing it too.
Autumn has a way
Of breaking your heart
(I was trying to write a poem
and these are the fragments)
I'm sure you know the story of the Princess and the Pea.
The plot is something along the lines of the Princess proving she was one (a Princess) or qualified to be one, by showing exquisite sensitivity to a single pea in her bed. Twenty mattresses AND twenty feather-beds, piled one on another and she could STILL feel the pea, through all forty layers of bedding. One tiny pea. There's breeding for you.
Well last night I was snacking on pistachio nuts. In bed. I fell asleep and when I got up found I’d dropped a pistachio and been sleeping on it all night long. NO mattresses or feather beds between me and the pistachio, but I never noticed a thing. So I am at completely the opposite end of the sensitivity spectrum from the Princess. Not royal material at all.
Maybe I’ll try with a tennis ball.
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