Ha ha !Originally Posted by merrylegs
Bloody knackered like
Gannen yem marra
After a Guinness
Little old ladies
are all a tingle
at the sight of Merry
oh so nimble!
Ha ha !Bloody knackered like
Gannen yem marra
After a Guinness
Little old ladies
are all a tingle
at the sight of Merry
oh so nimble!
It's a new building, they ain't moved in yet, hopefully be back next year to service them, the fire extinguishers, not the old ladiesI bet the old ladies were loving that !
....tee hee!
Oh...i feel a tad silly now!.........It's a new building, they ain't moved in yet, hopefully be back next year to service them, the fire extinguishers, not the old ladies
Divn't worry bonny lass, i feel like that all the timeOh...i feel a tad silly now!.........
Who called ML nimble??
A bit of Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls
The Eagle
Poacher turned game-keeper
Ayeeeeeee...i reckon wor Merry is nimble...so there !
Hows about this?
Wild Geese
Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Last edited by freckle; 12-02-2010 at 11:43 PM.
Really love this brilliant! thanks DT!A bit of Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls
The Eagle
Your Wild Geese verse reminded me of a stunning day a few years ago on Skiddaw when a skein of migrating geese flew over around 5,000feet up. You could hear them honking away; chatting to each other, as they flew by
Last edited by Derby Tup; 12-02-2010 at 11:48 PM. Reason: Jennings fuelled homophone
Poacher turned game-keeper
Who called ML nimble??
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