Wed 12 Apr 2006
A Small Sherry?
Posted by anaglyph under Books, Poetry, Whimsy, Words
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My guest blogger writes on:
April 12, 2006
Now the sombre shadows thicken and I feel my heartbeat quicken
At my melancholy musings on the one that I adore
Ah! My beautiful Victoria! Her name evokes euphoria!
Her love might lead a warrior to make a cause for war!
Surely Paris would shun Helen as a diamond with a flaw
If Victoria he saw…
Yet the very contemplation of my Angel brings deflation
Of my soul, and so my spirit is a boat without an oar
Should I look for Eldorado in my best Amontillado?
Or perhaps that false bravado the Green Faerie would assure,
Seeking silent sinking solace in the Dionysian maw
As I often have before…?
…to be continued
I forgot this week’s theme. By the post title I expected a photoshopped pic of some midget woman.
Takin a littl long gettin t th sex scene, Revrend …
Victoria! euphoria!
… if Victoria he saw-ria.
I know it doesn’t fit.
I just want to hear it.
Victoria
ga’ me
g’norrhea.
We don’t want to hear about your sordid affairs Polanski. Or your terrible rhyming.
When I was rowing down the Po
A raven kept me on the go
For when I tried to row to shore
Quoth the raven, “never moor!”
Nice, no? I got it out of a Reader’s Digest magazine.
Seeking silent sinking solace in the Dionysian maw…
Nice phrase for getting drunk, reverend. :)