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There was a young man of the east,
Who declared that his dad was a beast.
"For example", he said,
"He puts bread on my head".
"Although I'm allergic to yeast".
Do not attempt to understand nothingness.
The most ancient pebble on any beach,
The brightest star in the firmament.
Do not know it. Nor will you find it within.
When it comes it will bring no knowledge, none.
Nor even peace, which is but knowledge in its own calm way.
Please avoid impatience.
We none of us know where we are going.
Everything shall pass away
Like the bright flash of a kingfisher.
But it is good that it has been.
A. In t'keyhole yar daft bugger!
Wen't on to a Greek weding with some over plate's. WE all got smashed.
Egret forgive my selfish love
I know you were driven here
By the whiteness of the snow.
A Fable For Our Times
One day a designer of assisted mobility was on her way to Thebes in Greece. Suddenly from behind a rock sprung a most peculiar creature. It seemed to be a cross between a human and a lion.
"Unless you can answer my riddle", it said, "I shall devour you. What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?"
"Gosh", she said, "You're the Sphinx. You'd be awesome in the YouTube ads for our new product range. In the clip, you'd just let rip with the riddle, then update the punchline to six."
The Sphinx looked a bit puzzled, so she showed it the Zimmer frame catalogue. The Sphinx was fascinated, signed a contract right away, and never ate another traveller. Its digestion improved no end and it soon had millions of Twitter followers.
Moral: moving with the times isn't always a bad thing.
Q. How do you know a canary wants its supper?
A. When it goes to eat.
Aunt Augusta had a mobile barbecue. Her specialty was chicken but often she got chatting to customers and let the food get burnt. Eventually her business acquired the nickname of the "The Roaming Hen Pyre".
I walked on the shore
And the tide hid the way back.
I walked in the fields
And the mist made me lose the path.
I walked in the woods
Fallen leaves hid the road
So I could not return.
I walked on the hill
The snow covered my tracks
I could not find the way back.
I've been thinking about Rembrandt recently and I came across this painting on Wikipedia. I didn't know about it before.
I think it's simple wonderful and I'm so glad it has survived. I love the way the visual pun of the hand on the picture frame is so low key and the lovely painting of the subject and her hat and clothes.
The painting is in Poland. It's one of a pair the Gestapo seized during the war. Postwar they were restored to the Polish family who owned them, who bequeathed them to the Polish state. They hang in the royal castle at Warsaw.
The other painting of the pair is known as "The Old Scholar at his Writing Desk". This one is called "Girl in a Picture Frame" and possibly also "The Jewish Bride".
Image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rembrandt_Girl_in_a_Picture_Frame.jpg
New sharp kitchen knife.
Same clumsy old fingers.
Blood.
Your kisses are
ice
Perhaps
you can suck my
badly burnt
fingers
Q. Where are naughty prunes detained?
A. In custardy.
I was arrested for impersonating a firework. But I got let off.
I was pulled in for stealing fishing lines. But I got off the hook.
I was charged with stealing scrap metal. But I had a cast-iron alibi.
I've been charged with stealing glue. They'll never make it stick.
All checking our watches
Like that would make the bus come sooner.
Winter morning
your pale yellow lips,
winter jasmine?
I've forgotten you.
I've forgotten you.
I've forgotten you.
I wasn't sure I would make it —
But now I've arrived and it's been worth the journey.
Old
Don't wear a monocle. You'll only make a spectacle of yourself.
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