My goodness gracious me!
Whatever can it be?
It’s got four eyes,
Sings lullabies,
And dances on my knee
‘Who are you, little lady,
So cute and full of glee?’
‘My one excuse
Is barley juice.
What other could I be?’
The e-mail I was expecting today hasn’t materialised. Expectations rarely do. ‘Have not expectation,’ said the sage, ‘for it leads but to the mire.’
Well said. I’m shutting up now.
1 comment:
I like that she's got four eyes. It's like when you look at her your vision is already screwed up from being drunk sort of...
I hate it when e-mails don't come as fast as I want them too. Luckily, school's keeping me way busy so I don't even have time to check!
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