The Great Wizard warneth me that an untested maiden dost not and shouldst not toucheth any bottle that containeth thyme! The Great Wizard speaketh,
"Thyme, as an herb, possesseseth the magical properties of causing positive vibration betweenst two spirits, and the energy createth by the herb, when properly charged, leadeth to positive actions. Thyme will also helpeth to protect from the negativity of others and will provideth ye, and the person ye dost enchant or influence magically with courage and cleansing. Thyme was used in medieval times to showeth a young maiden her true love." My Queen, The Great Wiz, telleth me to look to the magical song for my answers, but I dost not understand. Please explain! And do not send that knave of yours, Bud Weiser, to explain. He always says his tongue be tied and that he must thus use his hands to show instead of tell! I heard Mouse singeth the magical song so sweetly. Send the gentle rodent to explain.
Time in a Bottle
By Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
I know not of this thing, "nervous breakdown". All that has been shown to me by Cook is that an egg doth break when it hits an immoveable, hard object like Bud Weiser's head!(He tis tongue-tied with Cook as well!)
Forsooth, my Lady, ye are daft!
How do ye know of wooden spoons kept in drawers? Are not yours silver and kept in velvet-lined gold boxes? Me thinks you are meadow bred, not royal spawned...
Why because thou ordered them cased! The knave hast already slipped into thy chamber! Dost thou not remember, troubled Queen?
Ahhh! The King's favorite dish! Wine in golden goblets and rare, rump roast, best eaten with the fingers! The banana? Dessert to continue the festivities, dipped in wine and set afire! As truth betold, as ye well know, High Queen, the King doth not have use for the spatula and the whisk till the last sweet drop of wine he hath swallowed ....Why name the dish? The outcome shall be as it ever has been...
7. After dinner, the dishes are so dirty that the dishwasher refuses to wash them.
Whisperings of death and doom...Be careful of the night, Queenie!
Yes, oh, yes! As black as thy heart...But hush...I shall not tell...Not yet! Nay, not yet...
Didst thou not know curry is an aphrodisiac? Or so I am told!
Oh, sweet Queen, I pray thee never findeth out!
3 comments:
I almost need an old english dictionary for this. But it was fun to read all the same-especially the last too. Did you know Vanilla is also an aphrodisiac?
Thyme will show me my true love?
Do you know something I don't?
Do tell. Look in your magic potion. I'm all ears.
As always, a fascinating read!
Who is Cook?? I'm so out of the loop..
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