MarkDyson
Blues Hound Wannabe
“...Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
Just a little bit of naval-gazing. The more deadly serious things seem to become, the more I’m inclined to sharpen the poker and, well...poke the bear. Sacred oxen exist because they need to be gored. Letting a sleeping dog lie is an irredeemable dereliction of duty.
To quote a comedian with whom I almost never agree, but who in this instance got “it” right: I kid because I love.
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
Just a little bit of naval-gazing. The more deadly serious things seem to become, the more I’m inclined to sharpen the poker and, well...poke the bear. Sacred oxen exist because they need to be gored. Letting a sleeping dog lie is an irredeemable dereliction of duty.
To quote a comedian with whom I almost never agree, but who in this instance got “it” right: I kid because I love.