now for a serious anti-war poem from a long time ago
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -- - The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
yep I love dressing up...makes you feel goooooooo....makes the men feel good too but never in a gorilla suti lol.........not even on the coldest of Scottish days....
Crystal29 Forum Posts (8,448)
RE: DIPSTICKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You could always take your ironing into the garden and do it..right Ive got me book, me sandwiches and me sunglasses...now off for another day at the airport.....