on โ05-09-2014 03:09 PM
on โ05-09-2014 03:51 PM
Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the dayโs first golden cup.
In swift devouring ecstasy
Each toil in turn was done;
I had done lying on the lawn
Three minutes after one.
For me, as Mr. Wordsworth says,
The duties shine like stars;
I formed my uncleโs character,
Decreasing his cigars.
But could my kind engross me? No!
Stern Art-what sons escape her?
Soon I was drawing Gladstoneโs nose
On scraps of blotting paper.
Then on-to play one-fingered tunes
Upon my auntโs piano
.In short, I have a headlong soul
,I much resemble Hanno.
(Forgive the entrance of the not
Too cogent Carthaginian.
It may have been to make a rhyme;
I lean to that opinion.)
(From Greybeards At Play: G.K. Chesterton.)
on โ05-09-2014 03:52 PM
@imastawka wrote:Giving up on the pics, boris. Some scary ones out there
Yes it's the same when i looke for fursday stuff, i've learnt to avert my eyes
on โ05-09-2014 04:02 PM
on โ05-09-2014 04:10 PM
Go Sid. Thanks gc. Forgot about Sid
on โ05-09-2014 04:21 PM
on โ05-09-2014 04:36 PM
Sid disappeared from my post so............
on โ05-09-2014 04:48 PM
on โ05-09-2014 05:16 PM
on โ06-09-2014 12:27 PM
I was thinking the same thing. Maybe set a theme, like the photo thread, and ask people to either write, or find, an appropriate poem.
on โ06-09-2014 12:37 PM
katydid already tried this. Moderate success. Petered out though