What better than a summer afternoon?
Where else, but on the trail to La Toscana?
Who is it mounts a mens that's not more sana,
devouring a voluptuous Verdi tune?
Which month might one elect, which isn't June?
I'll pass on Sassafrass and Lisdoonvarna,
to binge on bars, basilicas and Barna.
I like my treasures liberally-strewn.
You're cynical? Think pinnacles don't serve?
I can't agree. A twelvemonth of frustrations,
quotidian slap-downs and humiliations
are answered now. We've finally capped the curve.
The clouds will come again, of course, but verve
should also have its vestals. A libation!
Categories:
twelvemonth, summer,
Form: Sonnet
A twelve and a half foot mongoose on a train could be likened to a twelvemonth tail of a tram whose movements of splash could be a beef tuning a banjo or a bamboo style crib holding up a playing card of a jack. Jacks are neither jackdaws nor jumping juniper berries. And wearing a nine piece fish outfit is best left to the eleven cups and saucers whose antics please and tell of tubular erotic notions mixed with the accessories of spoons. Peerage is not noted to be phenomenon of which the passing passengers playing points are clearly cabinet cables but vintage vocal cords of a violet variant can achieve great elongated notes at incredible octaves of otters which boom and vibrate. Great. Frumpy fractionising fraternizing fluffy socks are being very very clever as they can whirl around at anticipated cohesive chanting charges of the best beetle fields. So don't put a giant hen in a pen or a purse. Public power points pink pins. And pines rise up in the air of the nautical miles. Haha cupboard under a blanket asleep. Haha xx xx and numbered teats of the world. Xx solarisation xx z
Categories:
twelvemonth, bangla, baptism,
Form: I do not know?
I need not a fine calendar
To identify the present month
With all its entire splendor
Will not be found on a twelvemonth.
If one lives in tune with nature
There are always some clues at hand
Like a hound on a fox’s spoor
Indications he understands.
A rivers edge recedes and slows
The pear trees host the birds and bees;
Catnip begins to decompose
And acorns fall from large oak trees.
Countless hints a man can trust
The four above claim its August.
Categories:
twelvemonth, seasons
Form: Rhyme
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor--
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighborhood to please
With manners wondrous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways--
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumber'd in her pew--
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The King himself has follow'd her--
When she has walk'd before.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead--
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say,
That had she lived a twelvemonth more
She had not died to-day.
Oliver Goldsmith.
Categories:
twelvemonth, funny
Form: Burlesque