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Round about quarter to three.
When she saw the spread laid before her,
She exclaimed "Well Bugg*r me!"
Well now it's two years later,
And we both live far away.
Though the dinner was rather special,
I've not heard from her since that day.
And the moral of the story,
is, as far as I can see.
never take it literally,
When someone exclaims "Bugg*r me!".
PB
INTERPRETATIONS OF A TWISTED PINE
I started off
by growing up
like everybody else
Then I took
a bend to the south
an inclination east
a prolongation north
and a sharp turn west
Now, approaching me
be prepared for grotesquerie
there are more than pines in my philosophy
Yes I'm something more than a pine
I'm a cosmological sign
I'm idiomatic
I'm idiosyncratic
I'm pre-socratic
I'm maybe Chinese too
like Li Po, Tu Fu
and Mr Chuang-tzu
I live quietly
but storms visit me
I do a metaphysical dance
at the heart of existence
The branches of my brain
are alive to sun and rain
my forest mind
is in time with the wind
there is reason in my resin
Behold the mad pine
stark on the sky-line
> There was a girl called Ineedsleep
> All the Chick Flicks made her weep
> One day she got sick
> And grew a big dick
> Now she runs over kids with her jeep
True story.
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence
Longfellow
> Actually I'm rather accomodating
Right.
All the Chick Flicks made her weep
One day she got sick
And grew a big dick
Now she runs over kids with her jeep
Who owned a brand new sex toy
He sat down too fast
And it went up his ass
Now he's moaning with pain not with joy