Classic poem of the day
Be merry, my hearts, and call for your quarts,
And let no liquor be lacking,
We have gold in store, we purpose to roare,
Untill we set care a-packing.
There, Hostesse, make haste, and let no time waste,
Let every man have his due,
To save shooes and trouble, bring in the pots double,
For he that made one made two.
I'll drink up my drink, and speak what I think,
Strong drink will make us speak truely,
We cannot be termed all ......
Member poem of the day
When a child dreams, she sleepily drifts in her little bassinet, encircled by evening primrose, a sweetness of baby fine soft ringlets of hair, and tiny carnation pink rosebud lips kissed by angels in candlelight with flowing gowns and arcing silver wings, neath a star clustered spring eventide, a delicate baby's beginning of her life, the glowing fairies hush, as her blameless conscience enters a dreamland of lambs and butterflies, downy ducklings and cooing doves, dreams that God......
