New Adventures of Queen Victoria by Pab Sungenis
- January 13, 2013
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Linguist said, 5 months ago
And now… For something completely different…
surfstuff55 said, 5 months ago
I’m a Lumberjack (or Jill) and I’m Okay!
Bruno Zeigerts said, 5 months ago
The tree was axing for it.
runar
said, 5 months ago
Maybe she should have been trying Not Being Seen.
Paula R. Stiles
said, 5 months ago
It’s all fun and games until some bird craps in your eye.
KasparV said, 5 months ago
The bird wasn’t pinin’ for the fjords.
JohnnyDiego said, 5 months ago
Just be thankful it wasn’t a cow.
Alexikakos said, 5 months ago
Title: Woodman, Spare That Tree!
Author: George Pope Morris (1802-1864)
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I’ll protect it now.
‘Twas my forefather’s hand
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not.
That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er land and sea—
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forebear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies!
When but an idle boy,
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand—
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand.
My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I’ve a hand to save,
thy axe shall harm it not.
dukedoug said, 5 months ago
“I stuck my finger in the woodpecker’s hole …”
richardelguru
said, 5 months ago
Ah! Quercus maximus Bamber Gascoigneii
SUSAN NEWMAN
said, 5 months ago
If oak is so hard, why are baseball bats made of ash?
Tirasmol
said, 5 months ago
hahahaahahaahaaa
Coyoty
said, 5 months ago
It’s a good thing that’s an oak, saving you all from a Pythonic comment about felling conifers and floating the logs down a twisty river… Oops, too late.
Punsman, spare that tree joke!
masterskrain said, 5 months ago
Not too sure about Oak being the Hardest of the Hardwoods. I have to split firewood here, and I can go through a piece of Oak pretty easily, but a piece of Cherry the same size will sometimes make my 4 pound maul actually bounce off!
Trickle Down said, 5 months ago
Reminds me of the use of Agent Orange in Vietnam.