[toybulldog]

what if a much of a which of a wind

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer’s lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it’s they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn’t:blow death to was)
-all nothing’s only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live

ee cummings

[toybulldog]

I’m wondering if the denizens of the JC zoo will this day be inclined to be uncouthly erotic, or funny imparting sudden luffs, or boring with gunwales awash, or surreptitiously cogitating, or suppressing frank qualms in deference to not inobvious pertubations.

Some of the hyenas have nothing to say to me nor I to them – “on the whole” – if you will permit a metaphor savouring slightly of the demotic. Other pensive companions will discuss the possibility of rain, or remark upon the interesting fauna. One may impart that yesterday one did purchase two bags of lukewarm peanuts.

You just never know.

(twinkle)

[toybulldog]

Vertue

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie;
My musick shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
Like season’d timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

George Herbert

(sweets=perfumes, closes=cadences)

[toybulldog]

Well done Calzaghe, although I don’t quite see how beating a fading 43 year old on a split decision adds any lustre to his already impressive record.

and to the Welsh fans too who flew out and respected the american anthem. Unlike the Hatton mob last time round – what scum they were….you could hardly call them boxing fans.

[toybulldog]

We had rugby lessons at school once. I didn’t mind cos I liked all sports.

Terrible experience for someone who had spent years kicking a football in the street. I missed the first week because of bronchitis, so didn’t know the rules. It was a snowy blizzard of a January afternoon and there I was coughing it up in the cold. The elastic went on my shorts……

Then some idiot threw this odd-shaped thing at me. I had to catch with one hand while trying to maintain some sense of frozen dignity with the other, while my mortal enemies bore down upon me. And back at the changing rooms afterwards some of us had the bright idea of placing our icy hands under the hot taps – very painful.

Jeez what a feckin nightmare that day was.

[toybulldog]

@cath 55 wrote:

hope you sorted this since yesterday toy lol :lol: :wink:

just look at the curves on that dreamlike picture of pink fluffy wonderment !!

ffs cath i’m only canine…….now you’ve made me come over all unnecessary and there’s so much drool on my keyboard, I’m getting electrocuted every time my paw trys to type “fifi you goddess”.

[toybulldog]

ello, good evening + wotcha pam x

I just set fire to my nose . . .

[toybulldog]

so some cats have nine lives AND nine tails then, and like a bit of whipping huh ?
I knew a woman who found her son with an S+M magazine once. She said she was gonna spank him………….I wasn’t sure that was such a great idea though……….

thats nothing, I have far more than 81 tales ya land-lubbering chubsterer you xx, but I do specialise in tall ones.

A-hoy there !

[toybulldog]

do bears Hot Chocolate in the wood?
……..bears can warm up chocolate in all sorts of forested areas, I shyte you not, because they believe in miracles since you came along blubell you sexy thing; consider Poo Bear for instance – and he licks his fingers too. ewww…….

is the pope really a catholic?
……..no of course he isn’t, in fact its very rare to find a crossdressing nazi with relationship problems who is.

can u really go blind from too much w*****g?
……..an old wife may have started that one, probably because she wasn’t putting out enough tail.
however you can buy por/no in braille and then rub up against it.

[toybulldog]

“god it’s tiny this place, you can’t even swing a cat”

?? I guess when the first house designers were measuring up rooms, one of them must have said –

“hey, pass me that moggy will ya…….”

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