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Apr 14, 2008 17:41:36 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 14, 2008 17:41:36 GMT -1
From the Top
Trapeziums are beautiful, even more so upside down. A bow of delight, will never make you frown. Triangles are cute, especially with soft edges. We're a bit of a distance, from the mad hedges. There is of course, a much appealing sight. That can render you useless, if you get caught in the light. Sometimes hidden, but always there. Occasionally enhanced, but causes glare. Now comes the stopper, though rarely seen. This beyond beautiful thing, stops me from rhyming. Aha, the piece, I've mentioned before. Like icing on a cake, you've got to have more. There's lots more of my oh mys. But that's your lot, apart from two bye byes.
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Apr 14, 2008 18:09:48 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 14, 2008 18:09:48 GMT -1
Heehee.
I'm not putting mine up!
Oh, this one can go in, can't it....(apologies to everyone who has seen it before....)
To the person who grabbed my tits on the Central Line Sir,
I am sure you are feeling hard done by at the moment But I beg a moment of your time for reflection Upon our conversation (if you can call it that) Following our somewhat unorthodox introduction
After all, I made no mention of the commonly held opinion That even in this discourteous age A few preambles are considered necessary Before getting straight on with the business, as it were, in hand I cast no aspersions on your parentage, Nor upon your somewhat unappetising appearance Or the fact that in asserting that You don’t get many of those to the pound, ho ho ho You are sadly misinformed (ah, you should have seen me In my glory days before four years’ gestating Turned Cinderella’s splendid servants Into these sad white mice) Nor did I touch upon alcohol, Or the suggestion that an impression of Captain Sparrow Requires a little more application than wearing eyeliner And not washing your hair apparently for some months. As for your other deficiencies – well Let us leave it that there are few gentlemen Whom even this middle aged wench - I expect you thought I would be flattered that with So many rather more interesting cleavages on offer You should concern yourself with only mine – Would tolerate manhandling her mammaries without express permission And of that select number You are not.
I could have pointed out that your choice of trouserings Merely drew unfavourable comparison with Terry Wogan And that you feet smelt.
But I did not. I was, I feel, a model of restraint.
All in all, and Taking all these things into consideration I feel that, in merely suggesting that you Get your hands off me, d*ckless, Before I stamp on your testicles You got off Lightly
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Apr 15, 2008 12:46:56 GMT -1
Post by yorkielass on Apr 15, 2008 12:46:56 GMT -1
CLASS!!!! Pure class!
I'd probably have kneed him.....
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Rhapsody
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Some days it just isn't worth chewing through the leather straps in the morning!
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Apr 15, 2008 20:30:32 GMT -1
Post by Rhapsody on Apr 15, 2008 20:30:32 GMT -1
I love the 'Cinderella's splendid servants'.....its like the Wife of Bath for the 21st Century!!
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Apr 15, 2008 20:43:06 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 15, 2008 20:43:06 GMT -1
I've always felt a great empathy for the Wife of Bath!
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Vixen
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Don?t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart
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Apr 16, 2008 13:58:53 GMT -1
Post by Vixen on Apr 16, 2008 13:58:53 GMT -1
Pol, never apologise for putting that up! It gets me every time. I could read it for ages!
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Apr 16, 2008 15:21:16 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 16, 2008 15:21:16 GMT -1
I have no title!
Eyes so wide, look into my mind. Legs so wow wow, run into my mind. Teeth so rock, bite into my mind. Arms so delectable, hold me.
Hair so mad, puncture my soul. Nose so godly, puncture my soul. Voice so ..mmm, puncture my soul. Body so beautiful, hold me.
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Diane
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Apr 16, 2008 16:26:03 GMT -1
Post by Diane on Apr 16, 2008 16:26:03 GMT -1
Who's that meant for, then, eh??
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Apr 16, 2008 16:32:25 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 16, 2008 16:32:25 GMT -1
Which one, From the Top or I have no Title?
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Apr 16, 2008 18:21:03 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 16, 2008 18:21:03 GMT -1
I've been threatened with reprisals if I don't put this up, so:-
Cambridge, 2007
You mean nothing to me No thread joins me to you No words, no common cause Nothing to make connections I stand back and far removed, and out of sight
You mean nothing to me Except a voice of reasonable doubt A drop of acid that defines the sweet Of pleasure, homely, commonplace and true And turns it from a posterpainted sketch Into chaotic iridescent life
You mean nothing to me But silent, poised within the pregnant dark It is your voice I hear within my mind Your presence heavy in my hands and breath As though I could by touching fingertips Conjure you from paint and dust and deadly quiet To come with me into the blazing light
You mean nothing to me I claim no inspiration from your mind No angel at the feast But devil on my shoulder, whispering That though I am now fettered to the earth I can still fly
You mean nothing to me I have made you in the summer night From dreams and half-remembered foolishness And made a faithless bargain in the dark Twined by a filament of curling hair And an imagined touch. I am no wh*re But the more tied the more I wish to run My soul is mine if I give it to you And in exchange I have my liberty
You mean nothing to me You mean everything to me
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Vixen
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Don?t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart
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Apr 16, 2008 18:50:17 GMT -1
Post by Vixen on Apr 16, 2008 18:50:17 GMT -1
I do love that one Pol, glad you put it up
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Apr 16, 2008 21:42:23 GMT -1
Post by Polina on Apr 16, 2008 21:42:23 GMT -1
Hmm. It might get deleted again in a minute! I don't like being sentimental.
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Diane
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Apr 17, 2008 9:27:15 GMT -1
Post by Diane on Apr 17, 2008 9:27:15 GMT -1
Which one, From the Top or I have no Title? No title.
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Apr 17, 2008 10:46:46 GMT -1
Post by Lady Jacqueline on Apr 17, 2008 10:46:46 GMT -1
I'll pm you the answers, that way people can keep guessing.
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Diane
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Apr 17, 2008 11:14:09 GMT -1
Post by Diane on Apr 17, 2008 11:14:09 GMT -1
Well, now I know, I'd have never guessed.
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