"I am pretty and fun
I like sheep and rum
If only every plant
were a mistletoe plant
the world would be happy as gum."
Monday, December 19, 2005
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'Frog said, "Would you like me to tell you a story, Toad?"
"Yes," said Toad, "if you know one."'
Mary, Virgin and Mother,
shows us what love is and whence it draws its origin
and its constantly renewed power.
To her we entrust the Church and her mission in the service of love:
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
you have given the world its true light,
Jesus, your Son - the Son of God.
You abandoned yourself completely
to God's call and this became a wellspring
of the goodness which flows forth from him.
Show us Jesus. Lead us to him.
Teach us to know and love him,
so that we too can become capable of true love
and be fountains of living water
in the midst of a thirsting world.
(By Pope Benedict XVI: Deus Caritas Est [42])
11 comments:
You are a moron and are not pretty. So there. And it make no sense at all.
That's hysterical, Bing! It's nice to see you posting. :)
Ok, so at first I thought Claire posted that and I was like... wow.
But now that I realize you wrote it, Bing, I think its fabulous! Good job.
Congratulations on posting!
Thank you... Deirdre and I co-wrote it, since I had nothing better to post at the time. It's nice to be here though!
Heh heh.... Bing wrote the first line, and I wrote the rest. I had some other fun addends, but decided against them.
haha! I knew Bing couldn't have written the entire thing. Did you give up after the first line, darling? You know writing poetry isn't good for you. ;) Have a nice winter everyone.
sheep and rum?
how come?
And I hope you realize you rhymed "plant" with "plant."
YAY BINGY!!! Happy day, caloo calay. I love that from you. Oh, PTB, poetry can rhyme with pretty much whatever it wants to! Excellent post, bing.
Oh, and PTB, it's not really s'posed to rhyme. It's just like in that one poem, whatever it's called. :) So... it's an even better poem on second reading, Bing. Congratulations.
Nice.
Thanks. Patrick, hush. It's like something E. A. Poe would use as a rhyme.
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