"Rue de Royal,
Who's Maison ~ ? Who, a fôlatre face, if feathered, turning red
On the Schuerhakens ~ ?"
~ Anne Rice
"Filled verruecktheit Of ~ The Cards of Death, or The Seating
Cards of The Courtyard's Dinner ~ ?"
~ Capsicum
"!bonnuitmesamis!"
~ Twittering
"... pour vous vielleicht. But what of Martyrologies, ... Absalom
Hanging by his Hair, Red Seas Smoothed Over, All Saints, All Souls,
The JawBone of an Ass?"
~ Ihdbaby
~ * Saint Flavious Rederick Silver Ear is naturally famous, most
notably, for his cunning croquet match, his captured triumph last
November ~ Much ado about mostly highly celebrated gamey matters ~ !
His books include 'A Morality Garbage Pail for Puking,' 'Of Moral
Greatness ~ Chains of Being Melted Down,' which, according to
substantiated rumor, garnered the Thankless Clanking Rye Bread Award.
Nonetheless, it is more than likely that the underground prequel to his
infamous trilogy 'Rosehips Stage Thyme,' tentatively titled
'Primly Vigor,' reveals the most mysterious anonymous unsolved
puzzle.
Here, from our window, we see The Revered Saint Silver Ear strolling on
the East Prato, admiring his hand ~ crocheted pink croquet mallet mitt,
while standing near the center ~ most wicket, of the figure 8,
meditating, too, upon his hobby horse, while dining absent ~ mindedly
on Hastily ~ Made Pudding.
Afterward, according to his Tuesday afternoon agenda, St. Silver will
collapse for a nap, after ensuring Wooster's Shire Sauce has been
dutifully acquired for this evening's supper. Moreover, his caddy,
studies a knot ~ terminated scrimmage play, left of center, from The
Craven Raven's Croquet Game Strategy Book, for tomorrow's match.
Meanwhile, mid ~ summer afternoon soon settles upon the persuasive
demands of dusk. A northerly breeze riffles willow leaves. * ~
*
"Dear Ms. Ihdbaby ~ Presently n Amsterdam stop soon in Haarlem stop
Harry says all's fine stop Hope nouveau bambino swell stop Folly
sends regards stop best Twittering stop"
"Yet another example of why Canada
Can never be considered
A world power."
~ Miss High Con
"... well, she IS a dog,
After all, a vanilla ~ flavored Lab."
~ Folly
~ * ~
[Ink blots puddle. Unexposed photographic film, left from The Macho
Polo Match, slides down along the edge of the camouflage explosive
trap, advancing another clue to The Mysterious Case of The Red Rum
Reserve ...]
"Gentleman, a higher value,
Please ~ Increase your bid for Lot # 3244, The Revised
Homicide Note, the signature clearly legible,
Satyr Mather ~ !"
~ Guvnor Poupon
~ * ~
Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog!
But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty.
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