tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post8887314058541621761..comments2024-02-11T21:16:33.722+11:00Comments on boynton: post cup dayboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-5580618284917014462007-11-12T12:59:00.000+11:002007-11-12T12:59:00.000+11:00No, je ne parlay pas.But perhaps the bird was sayi...No, je ne parlay pas.<BR/>But perhaps the bird was saying<BR/><I>Mystery Bet, Mystery Bet</I><BR/><BR/><BR/>Lunar brogue yeller? <BR/><BR/><BR/>What a great poem, Juke, love it.boyntonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-81674764634281309462007-11-10T12:00:00.000+11:002007-11-10T12:00:00.000+11:00So much depends on the precise apprehension of int...So much depends on the precise apprehension of intended meaning. Maybe birds are incapable of negative utterance, or maybe their "don'ts" are too subtly aspirated. Maybe they were trying to tell you something else:<BR/><BR/>"...how many close calls our<BR/>lives are made of, did<BR/><BR/>the palm reader say<BR/>You will have a long life<BR/><BR/>or the wrong wife, suppose<BR/>god has bad handwriting<BR/><BR/>or a lisp, and we've mis-<BR/>understood the messages:<BR/><I><BR/>In the begonia was the worm...</I><BR/>we mistook gardening advice<BR/><BR/>for the story of our lives—<I><BR/>god made lime, and separated<BR/><BR/>the lime from the bark, planted<BR/>seeds, they were fruitful and<BR/><BR/>vegetable, he looked at what he had<BR/>made and saw that it was food</I>"<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.poems.com/poem.php?date=13828" REL="nofollow">Sharon Bryan</A><BR/> today at Poetry DailyJukehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-17352978741661493242007-11-09T16:01:00.000+11:002007-11-09T16:01:00.000+11:00... or ... Yellow moon, yellow moon,why you keep p...... or ... <BR/><BR/><I>Yellow moon, yellow moon,<BR/>why you keep peeping in my window?<BR/>Do you know something I don't know? etc.</I><BR/><BR/>Now if I had such a soulful bird warbling Neville Brothers' tunes through my bedroom window each morning, I'd be quite a satisfied man. (I wouldn't rely on it for racing tips though.)Lunar Broguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15070978582044020249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-10343676847643499872007-11-09T01:16:00.000+11:002007-11-09T01:16:00.000+11:00I would have thought a parlay would have been the ...I would have thought a parlay would have been the bet for bloggers.<BR/><BR/>Still, a 'parlay formula' sounds like a breakfast for kids being taught to speak.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-59006988008166249652007-11-07T15:40:00.000+11:002007-11-07T15:40:00.000+11:00A cereal offender...(I wonder why it told me to go...A cereal offender...<BR/>(I wonder why it told me to go for the box trifecta breakfast?)boyntonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21792561.post-30799263318434587612007-11-07T14:19:00.000+11:002007-11-07T14:19:00.000+11:00No, no, no. The bird was saying pample mousse, pam...No, no, no. The bird was saying <I>pample mousse</I>, <I>pample mousse</I>.<BR/><BR/>It wanted you to have grapefruit for breakfast.Tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08789821484460689172noreply@blogger.com