Porky's Garden of Eloquence

So twice five miles of fertile ground/ With walls and towers were girdled round/ And there was Porky's Garden bright with sinuous rills/ Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree/ And here were forests ancient as the hills/ Enfolding sunny spots of wankery.

Friday, July 28, 2006

I Shall Seek Answers!!!

Two queries have always, unerringly vexed me. Ineluctably, they have proved themselves unanswerable. Until, perhaps, now.

Spurring on the success of the good Doctor, I shall ask Yahoo Answers. The fine human specimens in control of this website shall have the entire week-end. If any thing or person can answer these ancient queries, it is Yahoo Answers. My questions are:

"Where does one find the essence of a flower? In the stalk, in the bud, in the sepal, in the stamen, in the carpel, in the ovule, in the spore, in the theca, or in the apothecium?"

-and-

"What has become of the heroic pastoral poetical form? Why, in these dark days, do linguists forsake it?"

Shower me in golden answers, oh Yahoo!

1 Comments:

Blogger Dr. Anatole Gavage-Huskanoy said...

The Sublime Glory of Revelation can be too much for some mortals to bear. Afterwards, you will have no choice but to see the world with new eyes. Take heed!

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