This Newspaper understands the Duke of York's leadership has come under severe attack.
One leading forces' representative complained "It was an uphill struggle from the start".
Another added "After that things went rapidly downhill".
Last night the Duke's office was unavailable for comment.
Stuck on pail duty with Jill again. God, it's an uphill task.
Issa wrote many poems that show empathy for other beings. Here is one I like
.猫塚に正月させるごまめ哉
neko tsuka [ni] shôgatsu saseru gomame kana
on the cat's grave
in First Month...
dried sardines
Someone tried sell me a steam cleaner. What a con. Isn't steam clean already?
How many humans lived in the stone age?
More specifically
At any one time
In the paleolithic, the old stone age
In the place between the fens that began at (what is now) Cambridge and the low chalk hills to the south
Near where I live
We cannot count souls. That's too hard. But every time I look across a field at sunrise or sunset I wonder
Someone gave me a flint core, a word that means heart.
From such a core someone split arrowheads and leaf blades
Killers and cutters
Cruel in truth, yet when you handle it you marvel at the skill
As though you are embracing each human heart again
One of my favourite nonsense verses in this, by Gelett Burgess.
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.
This has often been parodied and I'd like to add my contribution. Here is my first attempt.
The Wisdom of the Crowd they said
But I, being a Slob
The Instinct of the Mob
Was what I read.
The leaves always whisper
Come on come on
Let's get down and dirty
We shall be your cosy blanket
Of bright wet flame.
No want be ticed.
She said "Are you trying to make a joke of me?"
"You know that was the laughing on my mind".
Peaches of immortality.
Has the use by date been exceeded?
I've got a right to spot birds. They've spotted me often enough.
When Dad went bird-spotting he always dressed in animal skins. It seems birds can't see you in the hide.
When Father heard the kittens mew
He flung them in the boiling glue.
Explaining that, although it's icky
I failed the interview to be a marine biologist. They asked about flatfish and I was left floundering.
Why couldn't Santa find Elves?
Each autumn leaf
Repays its debt.
I tried this new beer. It's called Frog. Too hoppy for me.
I got told off for laxity. Now I'm all on edge. I don't feel I dare relax.
Today of all days I remembered this old question.
I first came across it in the 1970s but it seems to have been first asked more than 200 years before, and perhaps humorously. This is my attempt at a reconstruction.
A Gentleman doth Enquire recently: whether it is Probable that: at any time which should be nominated: In the City of London there must bee,Two Persons, who have exactly the same numerosity of Haires on their Heads (supposing the Capital had sufficient Barbers to perform this Census &&).
I answer: For Certain. Since the Roy. Soc. of London have determined by what is called field-work, that the the count of Haires on any person's never doth, even if they be be-wigged, extend beyond ca. 250 Thousand.
Thus having thought to the vast Numbers of London-dwellers (which doth over-top 1 mill.) since the latter number be greater than the first, a co-incidence cannot be avoided.
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