What was Father William's party trick?
gleaming in purple and gold.
What was Father William's party trick?
gleaming in purple and gold.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
The colors of the Assyrians’ banners as they came down came down "like a wolf on the fold"?
"Once there was an elephant, who tried to use the telephant..."
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Who got his trunk entangled in a telephunk?
wanwood leafmeal.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
Where do worlds lie where you will weep and know not why? Great poem by the way, Wiff.
"An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,"
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
So, did I lock it up again? Tsk! Well, before I throw in the towel, let's try these lines from the same poem, OK?Originally Posted by Pendragon
"An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!"
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Oh that poor Little Orphant Annie...
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance
in London, that a young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year
old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether
stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it
will equally serve in a fricasie, or a ragoust.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
James Joyce, the pirate.Why don't you write books people can read? -Nora Barnacle
Insupportable claim: Reading my stories will make you a better person. Do your best to prove me right.http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=20367
A Swift, and Modest Preposal, to be sure...
"Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs"
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
What would Ogden Nash call a kitten and a mouse, and what would they do?
"Where I lived, and What I Lived For"
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
James Joyce, the pirate.
Insupportable claim: Reading my stories will make you a better person. Do your best to prove me right.
What did Thoreau call Walden? The nutcake!
"Some are bojums!"
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
OK. Sorry about that. The answer would be: What is a SNARK? From Lewis Caroll's The Hunting of the Snark
Now for another question:The question is: Where was Sam McGee from?There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
When I cremated Sam McGee.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Tenessee, if I remember rightly. Perhaps you can tell me the meaning of "dog-dirty and loaded for bear" in another lively poem by the same author?
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
Well, it's from The Shooting of Dan McGrew, and it tells how he looked as a miner straight from the mines, and that he was armed to the teeth, (he is called "Dangerous" Dan McGrew" in the poem.) Robert W. Service had a way with words, his poems are hard to forget.
New question:
"...but I with mournful tread, walk the deck..."
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
"...my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Walt Whitman
(calls out from his room).
Is that my little lark twittering out there?
....
Is it my little squirrel bustling about?
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
James Joyce, the pirate.
Insupportable claim: Reading my stories will make you a better person. Do your best to prove me right.
How long have you been blocking the thread, my dear Jean? I usually get booted by now.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Questions called by Torvald Helmer to his young wife Nora as she opens parcels on the table in A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen.
Once a dream did weave a shade,
O're my Angel-guarded bed...
I could have answered this long ago, but I was testing something I probably should have left alone...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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