The 10,000 Post Thread!

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unclehobart said:
Whats to fret about? Its pretty much quick bursts of decent conversation anymore. It adds about 30 posts a week. 10,000 should be achieved ... mm.... in about 3 years.
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My :bolt: was because of the tripletriple that fury managed :eek:
 
Ode to Sleep - revised.

Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe, oh woe.
Where did all my sleeping pills go?
They grew little wings and flew away.
Like tiny white flies, with sleepy eyes,
And medicine for my ills.
Come back, little sugar-coated pills.

:retard:
 
i only have about 2 1/2 hours left on my vacation.... :(
back to the salt mines tomorrow morning..... :( :(
guess i better just make brownies... ;)
 
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy ! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are !
What a beautiful Pussy you are !

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl !
How charmingly sweet you sing !
O let us be married ! Too long we have tarried :
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced in the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


*nearly falls asleep*

*doesn't fall asleep*
 
Scanty said:
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy ! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are !
What a beautiful Pussy you are !

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl !
How charmingly sweet you sing !
O let us be married ! Too long we have tarried :
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced in the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


*nearly falls asleep*

*doesn't fall asleep*
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Any poem about pussy is top notch in my book. *bluethumbsup*
 
that's by Edward Lear. Your mommy must have read you the Owl and the Pussy Cat when you were an 'ickle hobart, no?
 
nope. I dont think I had anything storywise read to me beyond my second birthday. No Aesop fables, no Ali Babba and his 40 pickpockets, no Chaucer, no Disney, ... n'er so much as a comic book. I was left to my own devices from day one.
 
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