Sep
20th
2018
It's not exactly "The Eve of St. Agnes," I grant you. · 10:17pm Last Thursday
Over the hill and over the dale,
And over the bourn to Dawlish —
Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
And gingerbread nuts are smallish.
Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
Says I I’ll be Jack if you will be Gill —
So she sat on the grass debonairly.
Here’s somebody coming, here’s somebody coming!
Says I ’tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
She lay on the grass debonairly.
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TheJediMasterEd · 24 views
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I don't mind tea but I usually drink coffee. Nowadays I almost always drink the latter because I'm working and the former because I'm sick, so I suppose my ideal position would be one where I I wouldn't have cause to drink either. Then I could enjoy them as pleasures.
And you're welcome!
Thank you for your kind words.
Also, tea or coffee?
I have found Mr. Ed in a suit.
And as a zebra.
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Yeah I know. I forgave him.