Showing posts with label I Heard The Owl Call My Name. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Heard The Owl Call My Name. Show all posts

Sunday, July 4, 2010

It’s a free country and I can post whatever I like, whenever I like, or not


Today I liked this:

A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

I’m sure you know what an owl looks like, so I am not going to insult your intelligence by publishing a picture of one. If, however, you really, really would like to see many, many pictures of lots and lots of different kinds of owls, click here.

Knock yourself out.

And then, after you don’t care if you ever see another owl, read this.

<b>English Is Strange (example #17,643) and a new era begins</b>

Through, cough, though, rough, bough, and hiccough do not rhyme, but pony and bologna do. Do not tell me about hiccup and baloney. ...