Here, I wrote you terrible poetry, though I hope it is not as bad as our dear, beloved William The Bloody (awful poet) wrote:
I love you in the evening and early in the morn,
whether you are posting crafts or your delicious porn.
Victorian or modern your writing is sublime
and your jewelry is delightful! I would wear it any time.
Though I haven’t tried them yet, dear, I am sure your floggers sting.
In short you are amazing when blogging anything.
I look forward to your posts, dear, as they arrive upon my dash
And if someone doesn’t like it,
Then they can kiss my ass.
P.S. I know that dash and ass don’t rhyme, but they are close enough. Emily Dickinson used false rhymes all the time. That makes it ok, right?
P.P.S. I tried to work in effulgent but it just didn’t happen. 🙂
Proof positive that my friends are amazing.
Tom HIddleston reading May I Feel Said He by e.e cummings (x)
inspired to go look for it by this 8 track mix (x)
(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)
Sea Fever by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.