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My Dream
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
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i love that guy. he's so great. i have no adjectives at the moment, as y'all can see. :D
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great is an adjective. Right?
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hmm. yes, but a really terrible one. same league as 'nice'. yiiii! my english teacher at school used to have a cow if anyone used 'nice' hahaha
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surely sometimes understatement states everything so perfectly that any other phraseology would be sacriledge?
and now on to question number two:
is phraseology actually a word?
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yes it is! woo.
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The Guppy
Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,
Seals have puppies,
But guppies just have little guppies
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A Lady who thinks she is thirty
(a personal favorite)
Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.
Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.
Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?
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Further Reflections On Parsley
Parsley
Is gharsley.
User24, is gharsley a word?
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oh that parsely one was SOOOO gooodd hahahahhaah one of MY personal faves is the poem written by the father of young girls...or something like that, i forget exactly what i was called. but it was great. :D
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Song To Be Sung By The Father Of Infant Female Children
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
No matter how they tarry,
Eventually they marry.
And, swine among the pearls,
They marry little girls.
Oh, somewhere, somewhere, an infant plays,
With parents who feed and clothe him.
Their lips are sticky with pride and praise,
But I have begun to loathe him.
Yes, I loathe with loathing shameless
This child who to me is nameless.
This bachelor child in his carriage
Gives never a thought to marriage,
But a person can hardly say knife
Before he will hunt him a wife.
I never see an infant (male),
A-sleeping in the sun,
Without I turn a trifle pale
And think is he the one?
Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls,
And then he'll want a pony,
And then he'll think of pretty girls,
And holy matrimony.
A cat without a mouse
Is he without a spouse.
Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,
And quietly sucks his thumbs.
His cheeks are roses painted on silk,
And his teeth are tucked in his gums.
But alas the teeth will begin to grow,
And the bubbles will cease to bubble;
Given a score of years or so,
The roses will turn to stubble.
He'll sell a bond, or he'll write a book,
And his eyes will get that acquisitive look,
And raging and ravenous for the kill,
He'll boldly ask for the hand of Jill.
This infant whose middle
Is diapered still
Will want to marry My daughter Jill.
Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!
My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
A fig for embryo Lohengrins!
I'll open all his safety pins,
I'll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,
And give him readings from Aristotle.
Sand for his spinach I'll gladly bring,
And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.
Then perhaps he'll struggle through fire and water
To marry somebody else's daughter.
Enjoy!!!
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oh YAY!!! i did SO enjoy that, thank you thank you! i was hoping someone'd post it! :DD
*grins hugely and claps her hands in glee*
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Flickers of the heart beating back to life
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Candy is dandy but liquer is quicker
The camel has a single hump; The dromedary, two; Or else the other way around, I'm never sure. Are you?
Read Laments For A Dying Laungauge
&
Portriat of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man
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Flickers of the heart beating back to life
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Love his little rants on things like Parsely.. and absolutely love the bit about
"Senior Citizens"
And several other things
I always do him at competition
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