There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Trad. English Nursery Rhyme
I’m turning eighty-one in September, and it’s become clear that I have to give up some of the things that have brought me great pleasure over the years. I actually started my renunciations three years ago, when I quit smoking. As any ex-smoker will admit, even after you’ve endured the pangs of withdrawal and find
We should try to live avidly, like hummingbirds, whose moments are years.
The Devourer Hwaet! Oft scops striking harps have lauded that land granted grace and goodness yclept Armorica where all folk fared well daring to do full fairly, unbefouled by basest desires for feofdom over mannen and wyffen both wrapt up in sour annoy and likewise beset by dire dreams of gains ill-got by lying guile.
I’m afraid that today I’ve not much to say. I’m feeling too sad, For the world has gone mad.
Another mass shooting today, tra la! And all the authorities say Is “How very sad, But to ban guns is bad! How else to blow shooters away, tra la?
Eighty-eight Aggie Died today, all worn out by Rattling round and rust.
From Bill Cosby’s Routine About Noah’s Ark God: NOAH! Noah: Is someone calling me? God: It’s the Lord, Noah. Noah: Right…Where are you? What do you want? I’ve been good. God: I want you to built an ark. Noah: Right… What’s an ark? God: Get some wood and build it 300 cubits by 80 cubits
Marlowe could break it, Jonson could take it, But no one could fake it Like Willie the Shake!
My Grandma Ellie dreamed of floating to heaven in a red plush chair. What a lovely way to leave all cares behind you and see what comes next!