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)
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.
Dear airline, please accept
This teaspoon we stole
In our youth long ago.
“Let’s just amputate”, said Tom offhandedly.
I was charged with stealing dimmer switches. But I got off lightly.
All the kids loved the sheep dog trials. Except Polly.
She kicked a shepherd's collie.
There was an old man on a hill
Who said, "I've left lots in my will.
I owe this success
To cheating at chess
And never paying anyone's bill."
All the kids loved the Vatican Chapel. Except Zoe.
She said the ceiling seemed too showy.
All the kids loved the new kitchen. Except Wenda.
She caught her fingers in the blender.
“I'm doing a survey”, said Polly.
“Do you fancy a quick cuppa?” asked Tom Swifty.
I'm looking at a startup, 'Ballistics', to deliver packages by balloon. Maybe Amazon will be interested. But it’s a bit up in the air at present.
I've started an otter sanctuary. So far it’s going swimmingly.
There's many waiter jokes, mostly about flies, and they go back to the 1800s. But most are not so very funny, as in this famous example
Diner: "Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!" Waiter: "Don't worry Sir, there's a spider on the bread roll."
[Edited to make it funnier than original.]
However I found this on a website of Victorian jokes, and it seems superior.
Diner: "Waiter, there's a button in my soup!" Waiter: "Don't worry Sir, it's part of the dressing."
were all just story
tellers
making it all
all up
to pass the
time
William, in a fit of glee
Put strychnine in his sister's tea.
His parents thought this rather funny.
But still, they stopped his pocket money.
Willie may show unmitigated ruthlessness. For example
Little Willie, with his shears
Cut off both the baby's ears.
Seeing Baby so unsightly
Mother raised her eyebrows (slightly).
Sometimes he has more of the scientific bent about him.
Little Willie was a chemist
But now his is no more.
For what he thought was H2O
Was H2SO4.
On other occasions his Pa, a long-suffering parent, is dragged in.
Willy, with a wicked grin
Drank down all his father's gin.
Pa, when he saw the lad was plastered,
Said “Go to bed, you little – booze-hound!”
Little Willies have a long history, going back to the early part of the last century.
Did anyone do any weeding
In the Garden of Eden?
From what I've read in the Bible
The garden wasn't very viable.
And as soon as anyone tried the fruit
They got told to scoot.
Beg your pardon;
But is that any way to run a garden?
Who got goosed?
Not Marcel Proust.
So about this what did he do?
Wrote À la recherche du temps perdu.
Which, if your mind can be far enough backwards cast
Is often translated as Remembrance of Things Past.
When Father heard the servants whine,
He made them work down the mine.
Smirking, as he heard them cough, it's
A blessing in disguise for profits.
“Don't you recognise a granary when you see one?”, said Tom scornfully.
"This child has suffered from lack of soft toys", Dr Tom noted.
There's this elderly Teddy Bear goes to the Doctor.
Doctor says, "What can I do for you?"
Teddy Bear replies, "I keep thinking all my stuffing is coming out".
"Don't worry", says the Doctor, "We all go through these bad patches".
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