Diary of Foot and Chair: January 2005

Sunday, January 23

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin ;
The guests are met, the feast is set :
May'st hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
`There was a ship,' quoth he.
`Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon !'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.............

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Friday, January 21

Three feet

Is this some kind of Oberon-ish birth defect , or what...?! Three right-feet...?!

Thursday, January 13

amoebas

An amoeba named Sam, and his brother,
Were having a drink with each other.
In the midst of their quaffing,
They split themselves laughing,
And each of them now is a mother.