An as its a Friday Fleeter, I hope you'll be running some distance too - cheersOriginally Posted by Fleeter
An as its a Friday Fleeter, I hope you'll be running some distance too - cheers
Am Yisrael Chai
Haworth Hobble race
Withens, Widdop, Stoodley Pike
yikes, it's tomorrow!
Poacher turned game-keeper
No BG, this year, for me,Haworth Hobble race
Withens, Widdop, Stoodley Pike
yikes, it's tomorrow!
A Hobble will do,
Stoodley Pike for the view
Best of luck Merry and DT.No BG, this year, for me,
A Hobble will do,
Stoodley Pike for the view
Am Yisrael Chai
Cheers Mossy, have a good weekendBest of luck Merry and DT.
I watched the film Bright Star last night about John Keats and Fanny Brawne
and as Mrs Reynold's cat appeared in most scenes I thought I would post this sonnet.
To Mrs Reynolds' Cat
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? How many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all thy wheezy asthma - and for all
Thy tail’s tip is nick’d off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft, as when the lists
In youth thou enter’dest on glass bottled wall
John Keats
I came across this moving piece on the radio the other evening - so many jaw-dropping lines it's hard to know where to start.....
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
(Spoken
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
(Spoken
"but to the Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear..." I ask you!
You star. How can any other piece of poetry possibly grace this thread now this has been posted. It is the epitome of poetic beauty.
"It was a shame how he carried on" - Brilliant!
I came across this moving piece on the radio the other evening - so many jaw-dropping lines it's hard to know where to start.....
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
(Spoken
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
(Spoken
"but to the Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear..." I ask you!
At Howarth Hobble
two published fell poets
chat poems and fame
Poacher turned game-keeper
And resist the dogsAt Howarth Hobble
two published fell poets
chat poems and fame
And feel guilty
But remain bald
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