T'WAS DOWN WHERE FISHER FOLK GATHER'd
As I wandered far from the throng
And
As I searched
For more red sailors on't sea;
Down by the harbour, I heard,
A crippled woman
Sing out!
To me?
Red sails in the sunset
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15 comments:
My Girly-Wirly loves the photo and wants to paint it.
Yep, amazing photo.
No namby pamby compliments on this site.
By Order.
To a still sprightly Merkin : I do a good deal on "personal modeling" for those of an artistic bent like to paint "it".
To Trousers : The only "amazing" thing about it really is that I snapped it.
Now can we please get back to normal life in this blogsite. All this is doing my good reputation no good at all.
It's better to be an old snapper than an old slapper.
Or an old flapper, like me.
Thank you Anticant
you ole flapper dick-to-me poet.
But nobody even mentions me little diiti about the crippled women and all that.
No more "nice" picts methinks.
I thought it was very touching. My aunt used to tell me how when she was a little girl a crippled child in the foggy streets of Edwardian Manchester used to plaintively sing "Just a Song at Twilight". My aunt never liked that song afterwards.
When were you last at Brixham? I remember as a child seeing the crimson-sailed fishing boats in the bay.
Your photo is stunning.
And kindly note that I have never flapped my dick to you, and have no intention of doing so.
You will be getting me put on the Child Protection Register next.
No posting without CRB checks.
And ASBOs for rude Scots.
Anti, I would prefer the description to be 'impudent' rather than 'rude' - you know the root is the same as puddenda.
Would you immoveable and impaled and Emminnempectable souls please respect this medium of mediocrity?
Please.
I cannot take any more.
If you carry on like this I shall return to the bar.
Please don't blame your drinking habits on us.
My dear Anticant to drink is to live and to live is a habit that I am very fond of.
Sounds fishy to me.
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