Friedrich Nietzsche
Had a crush on his teacher.
He made a "Woo her" plan
That consisted of writing "Man and Superman".
Friedrich Nietzsche
Had a crush on his teacher.
He made a "Woo her" plan
That consisted of writing "Man and Superman".
Eye wash, I am no more.
There was a young man of the West
Who kept a racoon in his vest.
He said to his Dad
"It may seem a bit mad,
But it keeps the cold off of my chest."
Many readers have offered suggestions, including
It knew the turkey was feeling lurkey
It had a grudge against acorns
It wanted to make its mark
It was a mistick
it just clucked.
Why do we always say: "Yes,.. yes,... yes!"
It is because nobody knows.
Once a summer's rain gently
Formed a puddle, and autumn sent
A leaf to rest there. In winter then
A snowflake was added. It lent
A symmetry more daring and more different.
Such was the three-fold arrangement
They followed until winter went
And with spring's advent
All the symmetry was broken
And spiralled back up to heaven again.
Dissolved, shrivelled, withered, dried
Thus to heaven praise they cried
For they knew that the sun was their parent
Calling them. So willingly they went.
And so we are gone both
Gone gone gone
If only we had met on a beach
So your hair had been blown this way and that
And you had thrown the hair defiantly aside
To better see if I loved loved you in any way.
Now where have we been blown away to?
Dirty nails and flirty eyes
Surprise me.
def recursiveGroundHogDay(day):
if state == 'LovedUpAtLast':
return "Be happy'
else:
recursiveGroundHogDay(day)
assert this.tale.content.status == 'full of sound and fury' && this.tale.significance == null
Today I remembered
You kissed me in the back of that taxi.
So long ago. Your lips were so soft.
Bloody ink. It made me think.
I just ate a haggis, from my local delicatessen. I only eat haggis once or twice a year. Usually from that shop; they are pretty good at haggises.
But wow (I always think, never learn) haggis is sooo filling. This one was hardly bigger than a large hen's egg.
Naturally I had - the obligatory - neaps and tatties with it. (And a shot of Bowmore.) But even so...
I can hardly eat another thing.
You may of heard of Eric Bloodaxe, who did a couple of stints in Jorvik, back in the day.
Anyhow, you might not of heard of his cousin Bluntaxe. He couldn't get his axe together.
Why did the chicken stay where it was?
"Mrs. Eternity", I enquired,
"Is laughter a good thing, or a bad?"
She replied
"It works for me."
Pear, I've caught you just right. Lucky me.
I went to a trade fair for honey manufacturers. Came home with loads of freebies.
I always hear a traveller behind,
But when I turn my head the past is blind.
Dear thrush! I write to say
Thanks for reminding me it's coming soon.
Spring, I mean.
Today's New Scientist has a item on a newly discovered pterosaur, Hatzegopteryx, a fearsome predator with a jaw half a meter wide.
As one of the researchers is reported as saying, it could have swallowed a small human or a child.
After several failed businesses I started another, selling cooking salt this time. It soon dissolved.
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