lI1|1! Posted August 10, 2006 Posted August 10, 2006 There were three avatars came out of the West, Their fortunes for to try, And these three avatars made a solemn vow: must die. They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in, Threw clods upon his head, And these three avatars made a solemn vow: was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, ‘Till the rains from heaven did fall, And little sprung up his head, And so amazed them all. They've let him stand ‘till midsummer's day, ‘Till he looked both pale and wan, And little 's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man. They've hired avatars with the scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knee, They've rolled him and tied him by the way, Serving him most barbarously. They've hired avatars with the sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the heart, And the loader he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around the field, ‘Till they came unto a barn, And there they made a solemn oath, On poor . They've hired avatars with the crab-tree sticks, To cut him skin from bone, And the miller he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. And little and the nut-brown bowl, And he's brandy in the glass; And little and the nut-brown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last. The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox, Nor so loudly to blow his horn, And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot, Without a little Quote
sk Posted August 12, 2006 Posted August 12, 2006 oops muffy tought me to spell my spelling is contagious oh and pooh on that cobra comander bull crap Quote
sk Posted August 13, 2006 Posted August 13, 2006 Muffy posts as Cobra_Commander now. G_spotter.... this is what i was talking about love Quote
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.