Brenda, girl, it's here again! That PMS just won't live me alone-spent most of the night tossing and turning! Maybe we should compose a song, "PMS, just leave us alone!"-sang to the tune of "Lonely won't live me alone!" In honour of that song popular so many years back, hahaha. But no joke, I now look like a panda!!!
Henry, here's a poem by Tennyson for you-your much favoured Victorian poet, please enjoy and feel free to do a C&A anytime!
How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?
How thought you that this thing could captivate?
What are those graces that could make her dear,
Who is not worth the notice of a sneer,
To rouse the vapid devil of her hate?
A speech conventional, so void of weight,
That after it has buzzed about one's ear,
'Twere rich refreshment for a week to hear
The dentist babble or the barber prate;
A hand displayed with many a little art;
An eye that glances on her neighbor's dress;
A foot too often shown for my regard;
An angel's form — a waiting-woman's heart;
A perfect-featured face, expressionless,
Insipid, as the Queen upon a card.
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Thank you for visiting, ma'am. Will be making my way round this way often. Good day, ma'am.
Most welcome-thank you too for stopping by. Stay well.
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