Fair Mayden wonders where I've been!
In recent times, behind the yoke,
Plough tines in my field of dreams;
My situation reminds me of a joke:
A sailing ship was plying icy waters,
But sprung a leak and sank, in a trice.
Swimming to an iceberg, at close quarters,
The sailors climbed on the mount of ice.
On this tomb, would their names be engraved?
Time passed by and they began to panic.
All at once they cried "Look! We're saved!"
"O joy of joys, here comes the Titanic!"
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Hope is the thing with feathers,
ReplyDeleteThat perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all...
-Emily Dickinson, (of course)
Thank you...gentle Cosmo :)
And thank you, fair Mayden. At the moment the inner birds do peck recklessly at my rather seedy brain.
ReplyDeleteThou hast dim forebodings then...
ReplyDeleteHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaah... {Sinister manner, head thrown back, knocking it briefly against a castle wall but quickly recovering his poise...}
Nay Sir, Other ships give me more problems than your skiff.
ReplyDeleteSir,
ReplyDeleteWe are of the same size. If it is not too much for me to venture, may I enquire about your coat and hat as well as the horse?
Perhaps I could hold both of them for you on the morrow, lest a projectile or two should pass through them, sullying the fine material.
I should add that I have long admired your breeches, but fear this may be too much to ask.
Simper Fidelis,
Sancho
Cosmo...If I choose you, I hope you will not be naked (from Sancho taking all of your clothes)...
ReplyDeleteI am afraid I would find that quite distracting- :)
On sesond thought...maybe it's not such a bad idea afterall~ lol
(Did I really say that in print???)
LOL ;)
I hope it would be distracting. It is encouraging that you would notice!
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