What are you thinking now?

A Poem About Pensy (Pensive) And Pansy:

Pansy was a little birdy
She was owned by Pensy

Pensy loved her so much that she never left her out
Pansy realized that and she knew that she was stout

Pansy was strong
Pansy was never wrong

She used to argue with Pensy
And always won she

Her life was beauty
She was Pensy’s cutie

She struggled for her existence
But she had to die

Pensy loved her
So she had to cry

That was the story of Pensy’s blue birdy
“I will never forget Pansy” says Pensy

Pensy still visit her grave
Actually Pansy is buried in a book case

There she lies, strongly and silently
Pensy stares at her and weeps bitterly

(I am thinking about this silly poem of mine.)

It's a shame what people can do these days and call it "advertising". :mad:

I wonder what all the lurkers get out of reading people’s posts in the general chat section? Is it gratifying somehow? Lurking in the shadows. Curious.

I think I'll do some hunting. For spammers...but only for sport. SPAM tastes icky (and starrwriter isn't here to read this! HA!!!).

~ ~ ~ Salut! ~ ~ ~

'Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.'

George Sand

RAWRHASGN IFJGMVBHDUFDVNDJTRIPCU. that's all I think about. :banana:

Lisbon ... Lisboa ... okay, what do I remember from my many, many stays there? Uhm ... obrigada .... bom dia ... o favor ... desculpe .... right. That's about it. But at least I know how to pronounce those things... hmm.

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Originally Posted by Fontainhas

RAWRHASGN IFJGMVBHDUFDVNDJTRIPCU. that's all I think about. :banana:

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Fontainhas, Love your avatar and your wit! :)

Hide in a shell...

Venus........

I have found a lot of books. Yuppers! Yo Yo!

It's a lovely day today :D

20 days of not-at-all and 5 hours ad hoc can't be good. Pity.

She struggled for her existence
But she had to die

Pensy loved her
So she had to cry

*crying*