There was a young man called Phillipe,
Who never could blessed well sleep.
Though he tossed and he turned,
And he groaned and he gurned,
And he counted a quadrillion sheep.
There was a young man called Phillipe,
Who never could blessed well sleep.
Though he tossed and he turned,
And he groaned and he gurned,
And he counted a quadrillion sheep.
At The Last Dance Salon, we can help you "Look your best",
When you come to dance with Dr. Death.
I never think of you now.
Or hardly ever.
Except in Spring.
Q. What city can't make up its mind?
A. Ely, because it sits on the fens.
Water voles are a threatened species in the UK and have suffered a shocking decline.
They still live in the little stream near me, but the picture below was taken at a different location by my brother Simon, a far better photographer than I am.
A zombie walked into a bar and ordered a stiff drink.
It was a summer long ago,
And heaven only knows.
How many times my mother kissed
My tiny little toes.
To pay or not to pay, that is the congestion.
If I choose to let my bike coast downhill, does it prove the existence of free wheel?
I need a stick to walk, and at the garden centre where I went for lunch today there were many others like me, so I felt quite at home. Looking round the café, I thought to myself "What a load of old hobblers".
What do you call a person who runs around all day long doing everything for their dog?
"Pet Groom Inn"
Visit our new premises and enjoy a magnificent range of Food & Drink hospitality. Your pet is clipped and cuddled "While We Wait".
At a small extra fee, we would be delighted to provide a precious memento of your pet's grooming experience. Simply ask any of our Team Members about "Video Clips".
I love reading witty names firms give themselves.
Tonight I came across an ad for dog walkers, "Bark and Stride".
What next? Dog groomers called "Hair of the Dog"? Well that one's been taken. So I'll have to think again.
And a jolly good thing too!
I mean, have you actually tried a bed of roses? Don't. I have, and the thorns were blessed sharp, I can tell you. Hardly got a wink all night.
"Wingless insects, you shall never rule the world!", cried Tom defiantly.
With my fingers I can only count up to ten, so I thought I'd add my toes. It turns out I'm totally useless.
Why would someone sell a calculator that can only subtract, multiply, and divide? It just doesn't add up.
I've just been given a calculator that only works with whole numbers. It's pointless if you ask me.
Earworms are tunes that haunt you, night and day, and just won't wriggle off.
My latest is 'Tristesse' – never called that by its composer, and officially titled Chopin, Etude Op.10 No. 3. Here is Horowitz playing it. Of countless recordings, this is still my favorite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISBKq29aksE
Once I thought I didn't care for Chopin but, as with much in life, time taught me I was wrong.
Chopin died young, but he had a big funeral.
http://www.nytimes.com/2003/04/20/books/chapters/chopins-funeral.html
I believe the music included the start of the Mozart Requiem, and the famous "Funeral March", Chopin's own composition from his B-flat Minor piano concerto.
Afterwards Chopin's heart was taken to Warsaw, where it still is.The story of how it has survived is one that hints the human race may be noble after all.
A while back I was bitten by a dog.
The elderly owners were extremely apologetic, but it wasn't serious and I didn't mind. Not long afterwards they died, leaving a tidy sum to look after the dog, with the stipulation that after the dog's death what remained would come to me, as a reward for being a good sport.
Now the dog has passed away too, and I have inherited the money. So I have become an heir of the dog that bit me.
When Paris met with Helen,
They both liked what they saw.
He whisked her off to Ilium
And caused the Trojan war.
My wine merchant was buried today.
It was very moving as they lowered his coffin into the grave. (Gulp. Gulp).
Inversion: as told down the pub.
Conversion: scam.
Perversion: according to the cat.
Animadversion : as told by Annie when cross.
Eversion: as told in Yorkshire.
If all the world were upside down
And we wore not a stitch
Into the sky our hats would fly
To make the hatters rich.
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