Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bougainvillea spectabilis redux


Last year, we visited a bougainvillea in Spain, with a dear little amphibian to boot. Here is a spectacular specimen living near Michaelangelo Optica and Cowboy Gee in Erskineville.



The heady honey fragrance can be nosed from metres away (yards for our newly Democratic friends). I'd like to bottle it for Anaglyph.

34 comments:

Phoebe Fay said...

I'm not sure that much lushness should even be legal!

Forrest Proper said...

Jeez, I was kidding last time I wrote FEEEED ME!!! But I swear that bougainvillea is about to chomp down on that car!

YOU GO, BOUGAINVILLEA!!!

Cissy Strutt said...

pheebs: Let the lushness run free. We need some delight after these dark years.

colonel: Worry about the poor host tree - it is on its last legs.

Mike said...

Holy crap, that friggin' thing is huge.

I wonder if Joey and Atlas will write a poem about it?

Malach the Merciless said...

ou Aussies and your backward seasons!

Cissy Strutt said...

mike, they would write poems about paint drying. And work cocks and titties in. Sigh.

malach; Gnirps.

Forrest Proper said...

The bougainvillea is so pretty,
as it sucks the treesies' titty!
The jealous birds all peer and spy-
to see if bougie's cock is nigh-
and though they cackle as they fly,
it sure beats watching the damn paint dry!

Forrest Proper said...

somebody... please... stop me before i rhyme again...

Forrest Proper said...

The bougainvillea's cock is warm,
it taunts the bees in frenzied swarm!
Their bee-titties fast become engorged,
as to, and from, they daily forge,
from bogie back and forth they go,
to their nest where eaves hang low-
a cozy nest inside the wall,
where there's bee juice for one and all!
but wait, be careful there, you bees,
as lustily you swarm the trees,
and dizzly-dance along the wall,
"Be careful, there" I vainly cry-
"The wall! The paint! it's not quite dry!"
Alas, too late! In tizzy swoon,
one bee dries blue,
under Spring's new moon.

Chickie said...

Oh, wow! That is gigantic! I wonder if you could hide under it.

Joey Polanski said...

Disappoinnid I will be,

If I stop by in hope to see,

Little dux o brillyant red,

But see some flowry thing instead.

Cissy Strutt said...

colonel: I would suggest you seek professional help, but your poems are so fun & lovely I don;t want you to be cured.

chickie: Of course you would wonder that. And in fact, you could climb in behind and be hidden, drunk on the perfume.

Mister Polanski, buck up, dry that tear.
The thing you are wistfully seeking is here

Forrest Proper said...

I do not want to be cured either.

Aaaaarrrrghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

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Forrest Proper said...

You go, flowers. Our Public Radio Statiion still has to give you the thumbs up!!!

Joey Polanski said...

If like a duck doth a animal quack,

It mus be a ... Arkansas Razrback?

Atlas Cerise said...

Those flowers colored
pinkly-purple
Look the same
as twisted nurple

Forrest Proper said...

You're all set. National Public Radio confirms that flowers and trees (despite what Ronald Reagan may have thought) are actually helpful to the environment, and will not kill us all in our sleep.

Of course, they may have done in Ronny, but that's ok too.

Joey Polanski said...

Purple flowrs, in a sense,

Have such fragrant flatulence.

Cissy Strutt said...

colonel: Your enthusiasm, poeming, and public-spiritedness are much appreciated here at the Stick.

Though I might say this particular specimen does look as if it could come in through the window and kill you as you slept.

atlas:
How a young boy's excitment ripples
At any sight or thought of nipples.

joey:
Ah the whiff of flatus lingers
Whenever Uncle Joe pulls his fingers.

Joey Polanski said...

Nfackt, it lasts fer weeks & weeks,

When Unkle Joe werks bofe his cheeks.

Cissy Strutt said...

Cissy let free a poot so soft
That Joe did ask "Whose bottom coughed?"

Joey Polanski said...

Then when Joe let one go,

It wunt so soft. He went aloft.

Atlas Cerise said...

Cissy liked the farting games

Butt lit a match, went up in flames

Joey Polanski said...

Cissy gone up in a flash,

Woud still be one fine piece o ash.

Atlas Cerise said...

I'd fly out to meet her

(Ain't no Aussie sweeter)

But I'm broke, and I ain't got the cash.

Joey Polanski said...

Atlas done pulld off a pretty neat trick:

Embedded my couplet in his limerick.

Atlas Cerise said...

Cissy is such a beautiful chick

I wonder if she would suck on my thumb?

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AngryMan said...

What's the deal w/the internet censorship thing on your blog? Sorry, but I've been gone for a while.

Cissy Strutt said...

Joey, "fine piece of ash" should have gotten it for you, but I'm sorry, you know I must award this round to Atlas. Embedding another's couplet in a limerick, the whole praising the blog author ... no competition this time. Well done, Mr Cerise.

Angry: Go here because Anaglyph is eruditer than what I am. Glad to see you back on the 'nets, you were missed, though we know fathering ag is a wonderful & huge job (unlike husbanding Wifey, which is a huge jobbie).

Joey Polanski said...

Hey, it was MY couplet, wunt it?

But I undrstand.

I mean ... if it does Atlas good to have me inside im, well who am I to argue.

Cissy Strutt said...

That's very big of you, Joey.

Sara Sue said...

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You can almost feel Jan. 1 coming, can't you? That bougainvillea is spectacular! I don't think the bougs in Hawaii have anything on that one!