Shiver Me Timbers... and Sh!t

[rebness]

Yarr and begorrah, mateys!

Yes, International Talk Like a Pirate Day. LJ goes nuts with yarrs and verily and matey, but that's okay, because pirates are the coolest. Yeah, cooler than ninjas.

In other bandwagon-clambering, the nifty pome meme, bringing some bloody good entries, shipmates. Er, yarr. I was going to post Fleur Adcock's The Telephone Call, but I can't find my copy, avast!

Excerpt, Strange Meetings

The stars must make an awful noise
In whirling round the sky;
Yet somehow I can't even hear
Their loudest song or sigh.

So it is wonderful to think
One blackbird can outsing
The voice of all the swarming stars
On any day in Spring.

~ Harold Munro

Comments

The Blackbirds Curse Your Name With Twitterings and Stuff

[rebness.livejournal.com]

My erstwhile comment went walkies. :(

Anyway, what I said was that you would have liked my Fleur Adcock poem. It's witty and modern and I shake my fist at books that also go walkies.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

I got your first comment via email, so clearly you lost it like you LOSE everything.

Don't worry, I lost an important file at work today. I found it again, because I misfiled it, but not before incurring my mother's ire and contributing to stress on her BIRTHDAY.