It's where she locks all the hot men for safekeeping until she wants to visit them all. Think 'large body refrigerator'.
SIAN!
Don't tell them!
It's where she locks all the hot men for safekeeping until she wants to visit them all. Think 'large body refrigerator'.
I just assume that any guy that likes musicals is either gay or at least very well-groomed. I stereotype, sue me.Wait; she didn't say he was attractive.
Well...is he?DirtyInquiring minds want to know
I think I only lilt melodiously when reading poetry (which has to be done aloud in any case - reading a poem on a page is only half the experience. Have you ever tried reading Milton out loud? It's like chocolate for your ears). The rest of the time, in my accent, 'power shower' is 'par shar' and 'owl' is 'aul'....
But if you would like me to read poetry at you...
I think I only lilt melodiously when reading poetry (which has to be done aloud in any case - reading a poem on a page is only half the experience. Have you ever tried reading Milton out loud? It's like chocolate for your ears). The rest of the time, in my accent, 'power shower' is 'par shar' and 'owl' is 'aul'....
But if you would like me to read poetry at you...
*listens raptly to melodious lilt. edges ever so slightly closer to the door of the EZ-Freeze*
Yes please! *bats eyelashes*
And yes, I have. Actually, Paradise Lost is one of my all-time favorites. I'm even loosely basing a novel on it.
10, If you're willing to share, I'll bring the rope. It's the kind that won't leave any marks.
On the subject of EZ-Freeze: I have lived in Aberdeen for nearly ten years. I can cope with the cold
And rather than giving you a poem you know, I'd prefer to give you one you don't. Have you ever read any Louis MacNeice?
This is one of my all-time favourite poems. It's called 'The Sunlight on the Garden'.
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
For the people (youngsters) who didn't get that. Also, get off my lawn.
Ah, poetry is being mentioned! *runs and hides as flashbacks of GCSE English begin*
Make it stop... *hugs teddy bear* Make it stop...
This is one of my all-time favourite poems. It's called 'The Sunlight on the Garden'.
Would you like another? My *other* favourite MacNeice poem? In some respects, it's even sadder and more beautiful...
(I like MacNeice - I wrote my postgrad Masters thesis on him).
I just assume that any guy that likes musicals is either gay or at least very well-groomed.
Well groomed here.
Welcome back, NP.
And welcome to the Cantina, BM.
So... not gay?
*crosses off list*