I heard Stephen Fry recite this on a recent episode of qi. A little different from the poems of the last couple days, but variety is the spice of something or other.
There was a young parson named Bings,
Who talked about God and such things;
But his secret desire
Was a boy in the choir,
With a bottom like jelly on springs.
Highs in the 20sF today & snow overnight. Yay! Might toddle down to the Ashmont station a little later to pick up caffeine stimulant beans at Flat Black. Tootling & stitching on tap as well.
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Heading out to mail some stuff, put a check in the bank & pick up the papers before it rains. Freezing (literally) here - "feels li... -
Tobey on the back of the sofa. He usually drags the rug down off the back & makes a nest of it. :| -
Shots taken around the yard and in front of the porch of the garden finery Andy's tended all season.
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