An Ode to the Ed

[DTCwordfan]

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in ChatterBank, of glory in the threads just sank;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the uncivil thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the AB skeptic mind.

(An adaption of the Wordsworth Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood,

[Mick-Talbot]

I don't know what to say on this one


crafty?
cazz?

[mrs.chappie]

I wish I could understand it. :o(

[Maydup]

Beautiful DT

[DTCwordfan]

nice to see you speechless for once, mick!

[craft1948]

Bugger off Talbot, you're not lining me up on this one.

[mrs_overall]

Looks like you are cruisin' for a bruisin' DT

[qula]

...and close parentheses DT, Lol :))

[Mick-Talbot]

I'm just wondering if you will be speechless when the Ed reads it, DT.

[DTCwordfan]

I thought it was pretty complementary.....

[Mamyalynne]

Sniff!

[cazzz1975]

a deep poem about what essentially has been a series of hissy fits spread throught the day, Im sure the ed will love it ;)

[DTCwordfan]

now that is one of your better comments, mick

[steg]

pish

[Mick-Talbot]

stegs is even better

[DTCwordfan]

especially for steg

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly:
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.

Ye pretty, creepin, blastit wonner,
luvved and shunned by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon an ABer,
Sae fine a person!
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner,
On some other wee grinner.

[qula]

big sticky hissy fit cazzz

[netibiza]

Oh my favourite poem "Splendour in the Grass"