Chrissy wrote:please don't ever let me get as boring as most of the people on this forum seem to be.
I know God, they are ignoring me because they do not have the mentality to have a intelligent conversation with me. But they sure seem boring....
Here is a poem for you, chrissy, to combat the boredom:
Procoise
what is this snirkling?
this fleering grask?
i've seen the most of it
and wondered in disbelief,
that any could be the same, yes,
accurate is the word.
Hordes, yea, throngs
of common brandisement,
and of practious selfing;
snatched up by cladverse tropiads,
which means so little in else,
except that which we know to be
metaphorseical and pratalient,
However, after a dispurrious grancel
as one might expect,
so then there came a walcinage
from out of the catchment
and in a simple bound
broached the medillius Gazingah.
1973