Friday, August 28, 2009

Sydney winter sky



The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?





Ah, Percy Bysshe, I do love poetry about behinds.

14 comments:

Joey Polanski said...

When Autumn blows my trumpet,

My heart, it sings & hums;

And things get evn bettr when,

At last fair April comes!

Malach the Merciless said...

Hey, I have leaves starting to fall here on the opposite side of the world.

Atlas Cerise said...

In correlation with your I.Q.?
Vewy intwesting...

Cissy Strutt said...

joey:
When you blow your trumpet
I answer the call you blow
Because I am a strumpet
that's all you need to know


malach: you crazy

atlas: he crazy

Joey Polanski said...

In th morn,

When we are born,

We blow fortissimo.

But as we grow,

We always blow,

Th horn prestissimo.

Cissy Strutt said...

Joey, I know you perform better with an audience of cooing middle aged ladies.

Atlas Cerise said...

If you think Joe

Is good when be blows

His trumpet for girls, I'll advise

That you pause and take note

When he puffs down his throat

On a skin flute in front of the guys.

Joey Polanski said...

Atlas much prefrs his skin flute in back o th guys.

anaglyph said...

I came here looking for high-class entertainment and all I got was smut.

Cissy Strutt said...

Atlas & Joey: Wait til your father gets home.

anaglyoh: Please, for the love of god, pour me a gin and tonic

Cissy Strutt said...

At this point, I'd settle for a Bonox. A hot Bonox.

Mike said...

Wow.

It looks just like the summer sky.

anaglyph said...

How about a gin and bonox?

Cissy Strutt said...

mike: Third day of Spring today, and it's driving rain and early dark.

anaglyph: Not even in a very special mug.