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.
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I'm not sure that much lushness should even be legal!
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!!!
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.
Holy crap, that friggin' thing is huge.
I wonder if Joey and Atlas will write a poem about it?
ou Aussies and your backward seasons!
mike, they would write poems about paint drying. And work cocks and titties in. Sigh.
malach; Gnirps.
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!
somebody... please... stop me before i rhyme again...
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.
Oh, wow! That is gigantic! I wonder if you could hide under it.
Disappoinnid I will be,
If I stop by in hope to see,
Little dux o brillyant red,
But see some flowry thing instead.
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
I do not want to be cured either.
Aaaaarrrrghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
You go, flowers. Our Public Radio Statiion still has to give you the thumbs up!!!
If like a duck doth a animal quack,
It mus be a ... Arkansas Razrback?
Those flowers colored
pinkly-purple
Look the same
as twisted nurple
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.
Purple flowrs, in a sense,
Have such fragrant flatulence.
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.
Nfackt, it lasts fer weeks & weeks,
When Unkle Joe werks bofe his cheeks.
Cissy let free a poot so soft
That Joe did ask "Whose bottom coughed?"
Then when Joe let one go,
It wunt so soft. He went aloft.
Cissy liked the farting games
Butt lit a match, went up in flames
Cissy gone up in a flash,
Woud still be one fine piece o ash.
I'd fly out to meet her
(Ain't no Aussie sweeter)
But I'm broke, and I ain't got the cash.
Atlas done pulld off a pretty neat trick:
Embedded my couplet in his limerick.
Cissy is such a beautiful chick
I wonder if she would suck on my thumb?
What's the deal w/the internet censorship thing on your blog? Sorry, but I've been gone for a while.
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).
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.
That's very big of you, Joey.
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!
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