Life is short.
The life of a mockingbird is shorter than most.
Short, but sweet.
Au Voir, Mockingbird
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Life is short.
The life of a mockingbird is shorter than most.
Short, but sweet.
Au Voir, Mockingbird
Hey, have you heard the knews today?
Yet no one is crying for her death
Hey, have you ever seen her so gay?
Although bodyless her soul loughs
Hey Kelly why are you so merry
No those are just ghosts shading her life
For long she was gone but now
Her presence is felt through my life
The king of the Mercury, Adil Youssef, didn't like sharing his name with anyone else so he ordered his machine-slaves to murder all adilyoussefs in the world.
Bow heads, all around now, and give heed to my word:
The Royal Mockingbird has flown into the Sun...
It is the time of mourning....
O, my offense is rank! It smells to heaven,
It hath the eldest primal curse upon it,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will.
pierced by his own arrow,
we mourn with greatest sadness
for a random person who liked bows.
and also for Robin Hood
who fell into a lake.
dang.
Accident On a Summer Evening
Mir she would a-sculling go—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Bent her back into the oars as they rowed—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Half the way across the lake—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
She pulled so hard the oar did break—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
The scull went spinning like a top—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
And when they finally got it to stop—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
Mir was now where to be found—
STROKE! STROKE! STROKE!
I guess she fell overboard and drowned:
CROAK! CROAK! CROAK!
Pendragon
http://www.panedexpressions.com/patt...s/sculling.jpg
http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~kpt/terraqu...ns/0513.32.gif
Heh. Din't expect t' find me, heah, didya? Well, Da Godfeather goes where he wants, capisce? Whatda we find heah, roight in our way, eh? Some tough-talkin' tin-plate, firebreather. So da boys an' me decide it's time fer a funeral. Always knew them armor-piercing shells would come in handy one day. So da big lug crawls off, bleeding loike a stuck pig in a buther shop, and gets into a cave, and seals us outs. We try to blast in wid da soup, but he's sealed good and tight. Whadda I care. He's done fer, any road, and no tears for da reaper. You talkin' ta me, eh? Youse want youse should be be next or what? Da Godfeather don care, capisce? Yeah.
A picture is said to be worth a thousand words:
http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/...rsula/crux.jpg
They say a group of crows is called a "murder". What then does one say about a murder of crows who met their demise under extremely suspicious circumstances? Can one say the murder was murdered?
Depends who the hunter was. :cool:
Kathy -- tripped on her inordinately high heels and hit her head on a desk. Pity.
Alas poor Robin, a fan of Francis Bacon in every way. He found he had to emulate his idol even to the supposed manner of his death....
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Francis Bacon:
One of the most influential minds of the late 16th century. A statesman, a philosopher, a writer, and a scientist, he was even rumored to have written some of Shakespeare's plays.
How he died: Stuffing snow into a chicken
One afternoon in 1625, Bacon was watching a snowstorm and was struck by the wondrous notion that maybe snow could be used to preserve meat in the same way that salt was used. Determined to find out, he purchased a chicken from a nearby village, killed it, and then, standing outside in the snow, attempted to stuff the chicken full of snow to freeze it. The chicken never froze, but Bacon did.
Kathy, on the other hand, emulates the fascinating death of Branwell Brontë:
Quote:
Brontë's severe addictions [sorry] masked the onset of tuberculosis, and his family did not realise that he was seriously ill until he collapsed outside the house and a local doctor identified him as being in the disease's terminal stages. He died shortly after, intriguingly, while standing up and leaning against a mantlepiece, purely in order to prove that it could be done.
Robinhood---Fell from his horse-back. He will be missed in the forum.
Pensive-- Turned her head to see what the Godfeather thought was so funny and flew into a brickwall. Oops! We senda da roses, capisce? :)