...might fail to yell "Foil!"...
...or elect to yell "Lock'd!" --
she's just that unpredictable...
On an exceptionally hot evening...
...having no expectation, none yell...
...such triple-digit temps can really leave folks unmotivated...
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces...
...three Harpwig FC wheels (NG) 'n' three-foot Cucu beetles (NG)...
...two strikers and a goalie from the recently relegated Yorkshire football club and several exceedingly tall insects imported from Amazonia -- and nary a one of 'em any good...
Now is the winter of our discontent...
...wet feet, no oro sun, thin cows in dirt...
...and my damn back is killin' me.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad...
...he -- Mr. Sage, Sr. as Chief Yananda -- quietly farted...
It was in this role -- that of the charismatic though flatulent tribal leader of the local Yanomamo natives -- which the elderly actor had performed on the West End stage to some critical applause only three months before being convicted and sentenced to death for the kidnapping and murder of El Presidente's only daughter.
In a village of La Mancha...
...Che, an ailing vole, a lama...
...with only months to live, preached to his fellow lemmings a religion fusing Cuban Marxism with Tibetan spiritual practices...
If sailor tales to sailor tunes...
...fail to start one's isle-air soul...
...then wtf...?
I am packing my belongings...
...Ma -- locking penis in gym bag...
Look the other way, won't you, please, Mother, 'til I'm finished...?
It was a bright cold day in April...
...what AI call'd "a boy's tiring drip"...
...just how tiring the drip could become young Winston would discover all too soon...
The Scroobious Pip went out one day...
...an' busted (oy! phoo!) its out-worn piece...
How now will it ever replace that toupee and engender of humiliation surcease...?
Alice was beginning to get...
...to a nice big wan tinsel egg.
"That girl is REALLY starting to bug me," the largest of a nestful of pale (and, until but a moment before, pleasant) foil-festooned oval spheres was heard to remark.
Happy families are all alike.
If a Kay, a Miller, a Phils, a Peel...
...though probably not if a Rumplestiltskin von Phuquephace...
Nothing to be done
No...? Get into bed, Hon!
Introducing one Baltimoron who's sick and tired of waiting.
That's my last duchess...
She's Thut's "Ms Cat Lady"...
...and who doesn't acknowledge that the popular Egyptian charioteer is also a world-class painter of feline portraits..?
You don't know about me...
...but at noon you'd wok me...?
If I were you I'd take a deep breath and count to ten -- unless you'd prefer to say hello to my little friends Fisti and Cuffs...
Here is Edward Bear...
(Did we err...? Be he Sara...?)
What sort of a bear would live under the name of Sara...? Oh...THAT sort of a bear.
For a long time, I used to go to bed early...
...and I'd forget to get my ol' Lois a bouree.
Without a quick turn or two about the nursery before lights out, that old gal wouldn't sleep a wink...
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(More verses, plus images, to come; a work in progress)
Lolita, light of my life... ...might fail to yell "Foil!"... ...or elect to yell "Lock'd!" -- she's just that ...