Old, easily-amused, no longer able to "leap tall buildings at a single bound"...but willing to try.
Every night at the manse of Sir Neville/ in their bedroom, a riotous revel !/ Their gymnastical feats/ sometimes shredded the sheets/ and the edge of the mattress they’d bevel…
SandPAPER ? Hell – we used straight sand ! “Never shake hands with an Arab…” – Monty Python
He was from (pick one) Alabama, Arkansas, S. Carolina, Oklahoma…
If she doesn’t want a scissors in her ear, she’ll end this now.
Thanks for the compliment, R.B. (Can’t imagine that Solstice would not be “included”. He’s clearly as “afflicted as myself.)
In real life, I gesture and grunt/ This archaic blather? A front !/ Though Shakespeare’s the model/ my maundering twaddle/ is merely a cheap, tawdry stunt.
Use the plumb, Bob…
I’ve seen all too many examples.
It’s a source of discomfort (nay, pain)/ to observe that her clothing, while plain/ is less plain than she/ is,(unfortunately)/and it just goes against my grain.
The lady who stole chapeaux/ from under the management’s “neaux”/ with Satan now dwells/ having joined “hell’s belles”/ for she died quite some time ageaux.