Transcendental Sonnet #809:
Where I Get My Ideas
O wise flying pig of destiny
How do I explain you to my friends?
True friend if but imaginary
How grateful I am when you tarry
And hover awhile making me smile
You always know what is best for me
Your porcine means have angelic ends
You of elfin wings and kindly snout
You of the supersized pig belly
Each time you open that snout comes out
Better advice than on the telly
Where do I get my ideas? they ask
To overcome their commonday doubt
Of flying pigs is no easy task
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+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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Hmmm...Cant you borrow me that flying pig for a while! 
(He could scare the hell out of the doctors here....
)
Another Light-hearted sonnet of yours;yet again;you make me smile.
~I Love you
(He could scare the hell out of the doctors here....
)Another Light-hearted sonnet of yours;yet again;you make me smile.
~I Love you
Thank you Silkchen Mausi!
I wrote it in the hope of making you smile.
I must confess that I love to write about The Flying Pig of Destiny; I just want to tell the world!
He flies wherever he pleases, the whole wide world around; I am absolutely confident that he would be most willing to fly in your window and scare any doctors you please. HOWEVER, he is only visible to those who truly believe, and those doctors seem to be people of little faith indeed. Nevertheless, from what you have told me of them, their essential porcine natures might make it possible for them to see him with something like second sight; we call it "sow-cond sight," even though The Flying Pig of Destiny is, in fact, a boar. Notice I spelled it b-o-a-r; he is anything but boring, and could never, ever be imagined as a bore with a b-o-r-e. Still less could he be seen as a boor with a b-o-o-r. He is a gentleman, or, more accurately, a gentlepig. And wise? Oh, don't even get me started!
You, Silke, are my muse. But The Flying Pig of Destiny is the one who always gives me financial advice. Some might say this is why I have so little money, but to that I say "pish-posh!" I know a wise pig when I see one.
"That'll do pig, that'll do."
I love you Silkchen. Thank you for such a wonderful visit earlier. I love love love to make you smile.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
AMOR VINCIT OMNIA
I wrote it in the hope of making you smile.
I must confess that I love to write about The Flying Pig of Destiny; I just want to tell the world!
He flies wherever he pleases, the whole wide world around; I am absolutely confident that he would be most willing to fly in your window and scare any doctors you please. HOWEVER, he is only visible to those who truly believe, and those doctors seem to be people of little faith indeed. Nevertheless, from what you have told me of them, their essential porcine natures might make it possible for them to see him with something like second sight; we call it "sow-cond sight," even though The Flying Pig of Destiny is, in fact, a boar. Notice I spelled it b-o-a-r; he is anything but boring, and could never, ever be imagined as a bore with a b-o-r-e. Still less could he be seen as a boor with a b-o-o-r. He is a gentleman, or, more accurately, a gentlepig. And wise? Oh, don't even get me started!
You, Silke, are my muse. But The Flying Pig of Destiny is the one who always gives me financial advice. Some might say this is why I have so little money, but to that I say "pish-posh!" I know a wise pig when I see one.
"That'll do pig, that'll do."
I love you Silkchen. Thank you for such a wonderful visit earlier. I love love love to make you smile.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
AMOR VINCIT OMNIA
*LOL*
Hmmm...Baby...I dont know if it is such a good idea to take financial-advice from that pig.....He IS a gentle-pig,Indeed,BUT...when it gets to his economic-wisdom...Naaahhhh
Guess what...I have started to sing that Coconut song again....
Damn...
What a wierdo I am,huh?
I Love you baby(And I love this sonnet too!)
Hmmm...Baby...I dont know if it is such a good idea to take financial-advice from that pig.....He IS a gentle-pig,Indeed,BUT...when it gets to his economic-wisdom...Naaahhhh
Guess what...I have started to sing that Coconut song again....
Damn...
What a wierdo I am,huh?
I Love you baby(And I love this sonnet too!)
"There stands me wife, the idol of me life, singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch;
(Everybody sing:)
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiitch!
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiitch!
Rrroll or bowl a ball, rrroll or bowl a ball,
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!"
(Everybody sing:)
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiitch!
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiitch!
Rrroll or bowl a ball, rrroll or bowl a ball,
Singin' rrroll or bowl a ball a penny a piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!"
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