You’re a poet and don’t know it. You make a rhyme every time!
SPECIAL WISHES
To catch the breezy air
And I must think do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
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Yes, special indeed
Special like Fred!!
(It starts off slow, but it gets funny!
Its really only the song thats funny… the video is what a 10 yearold can think do all he can, That there was pleasure.
“Ammused”: Is that the name for previously fired spent plutonium shells?
*Farts* Wow! It sure is ‘breezy’ in here!
I suppose there was pleasure there, but only for you.
Do you know why farts smell?
ISTR it’s a result of fermentation in the gut.
For the benefit of the deaf.
You would know the answer to that, woudn’t you?
Pardon?
That would not be so special!
♫I wish I was special
You’re so f*cking special…..♫
This actually isn’t Engrish, it’s the last three lines of a 4-line stanza of William Wordsworth’s poem, “Lines Written in Early Spring.” The missing first line reads “The budding twigs spread out their fan,”
Some punctuation is missing in the other three lines, but other than that, they are accurate to the poem.
I only know this because I literally just turned a paper in yesterday in which I analyzed this poem, so that’s crazy timing if I ever saw it.
Crazy like your head.
yeah he’s a square …..literaly
Well spotted! Could this be a new category of Engrish–the use of fragments of sensible English literature in a context which makes it into nonsense? -Anyway, thanks for sharing the source of the fragment!
Engrish literature…
Let us all pray for the day when we can take this in college or high school instead of having to slog through Chaucer. (You are exempt from this injunction, of course, Dr. H, since you like Chaucer and don’t like prayer.)
Yech, Chaucer.
I’ve been a bookworm since I was very young but I detested Chaucer. It was assigned in H.S. by a teacher who absolutely adored him. It had been only time I had to resort to Cliff notes. If she hadn’t become ill we would have spent more than half the year on him.
*shudders*
Oh. I was thinking that these were missing lines from “Still Alive” (from Portal).
“Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid, Edward, Edward,
Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid.
why sae sad gang yee O?”
I hae killed my hauke sae guid,
And I had nae mair but hee O.”
“Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward,
Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,
My deir son I tell thee O.”
“O I hae killed my reid roan steid, Mither, mither,
O I hae killed my reid roan steid,
That erst was sae fair and free O.”
That is a ballad written in Scottish-English dialect in the century before King James. In that time, this WAS poetry!
You’re a weird cat. My cats just sit on books, they don’t look inside them. Maybe they’re reading through the covers with their butts… are you doing that?
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
see the tentative
a life on the ocean wave
listen to the sounding sea
roses and gold
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
I have been reading a LOT of poetry lately!
Whodunit?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrBZeWjGjl8
This isn’t working, dang flang it!
Try this site:
How to post stuff on WordPress
One of the regulars here posted this link awhile ago, I think it was Meowth. I learned a lot there.
Damn! That’s Bluejade’s YouTube link. It got stuck in my clipboard! Really goes well with ShadowSplicer’s poem, though. Second try:
Really how to post stuff on WordPress
What is going on? This used to work just fine.
I am on the hop, but will peruse that site.
That video is a favorite, SSs’ poem reminded me of it.
The archival footage is from 1960. Heh, pre-image stabilization.
SS, where did that come from? Did you mash that up?
I found some of the lines elsewhere, but it was completely different.
And now for something completely different.
It’s!
Oh, that site requires a translator!! Thank you, kind sir!
That would not be the Link I posted. I think the one I posted was something about how to post emoticons.
Maybe I linked to the homepage. The last link there is probably the one you posted.
Here I sit, broken hearted.
Came to sh!t and only farted.
See, I read a lot of poetry, too!
Have you forgotten Meowth?
How quickly they forget…
I wasn’t gone very long…
Neither was I, but while I was, la conejita covered herself in strawberries and got cream on her whip. Boy, did we sure miss some party!
But I did bring back some gang stars from God, so I guess the weekend wasn’t a total loss.
That wasn’t cream…
Too much information!
Too late, there’s no point in explaining what it was since both cats on this site already liked it off my body.
I may or may not like it on or off of your body…
I was worried sick, but knowing you are a cat, I told myself not to overreact. if you’re going to come home, you’ll do it, if not, there’s nothing we can do. Either you’ve been hit by a car, or you found a better place to hang.
You can sit in my lap while I’m resting if you promise not to poke with your claws when you do that happy thing.
Hey, I need to knead!
There are times when you will be needed.
All you have to do is call!
Better to make a can-opener sound.
That works. But have you made a permanent name change now?
No, it’s the site. It keeps trying to slip it past me.
In this case, on site, out of mind.
Oh, how cute. The little bunny is spreading around her special wishes even if no one can understand them.
She’s just having an asthma attack, that’s all.
Been there, done that. No pleasure there.
there WAS pleasure here
but the hooker left 5 minutes ago in her pimps car from the motel we were staying at
she liked to be call Bunny : P
Well, now that she is gome, maybe you will need to be the call bunny!
gone…
Well, that’s a Pyle!
Who, Gomer?
OK. Do you have Tommy?
Who has Dave?
Dave’s not here, man.
Dammit, he went out for meat to the supermarket and hasn’t returned. Should I be worried that he’s with another woman?
Was he carrying strawberries when he left?
No, but Steve was.
I just saw Dave and Steve! They were with Mike.
pleasure indeed, we got wishes!
This is a misprint; the text of this card should actually be that of a condolences message, after the death of a beloved pet:
I heard your pet rabbit has died; poor Muffet.
You have two choices now: eat it, or stuff it.
Tastes just like chicken.
Which, as we all know, tastes like a Lexus. Although you only need a knife to cut it, in contrast with a blow torch.
ah escuse me ah i do not ah undah stand wat is ah so funny and laughing. someone plz plz ah tell me wat it ah mean?!
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
And I must think do all I can…
Yes, visual imagery has been known to help cases of constipation. Good luck!
Internet illiteracy has got to the stage where Wordsworth is a fail? Dear oh dear…
LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING
I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; 10
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there. 20
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?