lionheart

It was actually nothing to do with any swelling, merely poor Indonesian craftsmanship

Eva

Another hilarious thread detailing the denials and fribulations of a day in the life of Flacidpart

shakh your bootie

If we got a defibulator perhaps we'd wheedle the truth out of him....

Eva

No no no-Flacidpart's account of the event is much more interesting than the truth-I like fantasy.

ScotsExpat

Much prefer another of EE's whimsical musings.....

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she


(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she


(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)


may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she


may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she


but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she


(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she


(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

shakh your bootie

LOL - it's wonderful, isn't it?

Actually, am now sitting here reading a load of Cummings (it's Eva's fault)....

The opening of this one put me in mind of LH's herculean bedroom conquests:

the boys i mean are not refined

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a **** for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

Eva

Well, a chink in my armour-this is my fav and you know who you are

i carry your heart with me


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)





s'alright SYB- just kiddin ya-no need to lock up your wabbits

ScotsExpat

One for Coxy...... since he collects his brand new Charger tonight.....'she being Brand'


she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

(it

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)

shakh your bootie

Aww, bless....

but:

it may not always be so; and i say

it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

shakh your bootie

Ha, ha - cars and orgasms - you gotta love ee!!

ScotsExpat

Yep, proper 'bloke' poetry..........lol

shakh your bootie

Proof positive that not all Yanks are god-awful (now you're gonna tell me that he has Scottish blood!!!)

why must itself up every of a park
anus stick some quote statue unquote to
prove that a hero equals any jerk
who was afraid to dare to answer "no"?
quote citizens unquote might otherwise
forget(to err is human;to forgive
divine)that if the quote state unquote says
"kill" killing is an act of christian love.
"Nothing" in 1944 AD
"can stand against the argument of mil
itary necessity"(generalissimo e)
and echo answers "there is no appeal
from reason"(freud)--you pays your money and
you doesn't take your choice. Ain't freedom grand

ScotsExpat

Well, Cumming is a Scottish surname.... Tenuous I know.....lol

Eva

Why are we dignifying Flacidpart's Faltering Stance with such beauty.
Nearly used the yogurt word!

shakh your bootie

It's a bit like the poems on the underground initiative - social re-engineering by stealth

But you're right - I was rather hoping for a more detailed account of his proclivities.