The Owl and the Pussycat (mmmmmmmmm)

by Edward Lear

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'


Pussy said to Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose!
With a ring at the end of his nose.


'Dear Pig, are you willing to selling for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

I thought he could see how shallow I am, but really, it was his way of hiding.








hahahahahahahahah that sounds a tad dramatic



i think it's true though

I love working at Holland Christian Homes. I love having to face new challenges all the time.

Faith Manor Alzheimer's Ward
Hymn Sing

Me: Would you like to take a seat?
Woman: Yes dear, but I'd like one that accentuates my femininity.
Me: Ok.... ?

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Her name is Pat, I just found out.

Excerpt from me

Head down, chin up
Listen
But don't forget to look.
Be diligent.
Be prepared.
A bedroom wall is a good thing to yell at.
Focus on the clenched fist inside your gut.
And watch what a summer shower
does to the garden.

Little darling
It's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's alright


You have to believe that this is only temporary.

I dreamt I met John Mayer. I didn't like him very much.