Sunday, June 7, 2015

Try not to get the prickly things in your socks.


Imagine the tableau surrounded by security just out of frame.

8 comments:

Trooper York said...

I wish they were riding bicycles. Just sayn'

Titus said...

My North Shore Receptionist GF from work texted me tit pics of her and her friends at a party last night.

So inappropriate.

tits.

rhhardin said...

Fowler said that furze and gorse are the only two exact synomyms in English.

Anonymous said...

[whispers] If you subsidize it, they will come addicted

edutcher said...

I didn't think His Poutiness socialized with all those Euros.

Especially in the country.

Trooper York said...

Wait a minute! Is that cotton?

AllenS said...

Someone needs to yell, SNAKE!

rhhardin said...

Houseman's nettle poem

With seed the sowers scatter
The furrows as they go;
Poor lads, 'tis little matter
How many sorts they sow,
For only one will grow.

The charlock on the fallow
Will take the traveller's eyes,
And gild the ploughland sallow
With flowers before it dies.
But twice 'twill not arise.

The stinging nettle only
Will still be found to stand:
The numberless, the lonely,
The thronger of the land,
The leaf that hurts the hand.

It thrives, come sun, come showers,
Blow east, blow west, it springs;
It peoples towns, and towers
About the courts of Kings,
And touch it and it stings.