A desultory journal by a bone-lazy blogger - recording impressions before the waves wash away the footprints in the sand.
Friday, October 17, 2008
One last thing!
Oh and before I leave you all for the weekend, I couldn't resist this last post, sort of like 'one for the road' picture. Awwwwwwwww - isn't he adorable! All you want to do is cuddle him and scratch his ears!
hey aunty. Sorry if this is offtopic or something, but why isn't my little friend anushya blogging? busy with schoolwork, i suppose? I hope to see more of her poems on her blog, i used to enjoy them when she used to post them. I hope to get an oppurtunity to enjoy them in the future too! Lakshmi
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
--William Butler Yeats
Common Cold
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite I'm not paying you for your visit. I did not call you to be told My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip; By fever's hot and scaly grip; By those two red redundant eyes That weep like woeful April skies; By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff; By handkerchief after handkerchief; This cold you wave away as naught Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!
Give ear, you scientific fossil! Here is the genuine Cold Colossal; The Cold of which researchers dream, The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme. This honored system humbly holds The Super-cold to end all colds; The Cold Crusading for Democracy; The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
Bacilli swarm within my portals Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals, But bred by scientists wise and hoary In some Olympic laboratory; Bacteria as large as mice, With feet of fire and heads of ice Who never interrupt for slumber Their stamping elephantine rumba.
A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth! Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth; Don Juan was a budding gallant, And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent; The Arctic winter is fairly coolish, And your diagnosis is fairly foolish. Oh what a derision history holds For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
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hey aunty. Sorry if this is offtopic or something, but why isn't my little friend anushya blogging? busy with schoolwork, i suppose? I hope to see more of her poems on her blog, i used to enjoy them when she used to post them. I hope to get an oppurtunity to enjoy them in the future too!
Lakshmi
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