Gotta have a cuppa tea sometime ent oi? 

jamesg1213

SteveStrummerUK


Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.

Pedro, how did you get Steve's log-in and password?

Couldn't be Pedro, otherwise it would have looked like this:
 

Hi,
 
Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.
 
The origins of this type of poem may be traced at least as far back as to the following lines written in 1590 by Sir Edmund Spenser from his epic The Faerie Queene (Book Three, Canto 6, Stanza 6):
 
It was upon a Sommers shynie day, When Titan faire his beames did display, In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew, She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay; She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
   
A nursery rhyme significantly closer to the modern cliché Valentine's Day poem can be found in Gammer Gurton's Garland, a 1784 collection of English nursery rhymes:
  
The rose is red,
the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet,
and so are you.
 
Thou are my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.  
 
Victor Hugo was likely familiar with Spenser, but may not have known the English nursery rhyme when, in 1862, he published the novel, Les Misérables. Hugo was a poet as well as a novelist, and within the text of the novel are many songs. One sung by the character, Fantine contains this refrain, in the 1862 English translation:
  
We will buy very pretty things
A-walking through the faubourgs.
Violets are blue,
roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my loves.
  
The last two lines in the original French are:
  
Les bleuets sont bleus,
les roses sont roses,
Les bleuets sont bleus,
j'aime mes amours.  
 
(Les Misérables, Fantine, Book Seven, Chapter Six)

craigb

jamesg1213

SteveStrummerUK


Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.

Pedro, how did you get Steve's log-in and password?

Couldn't be Pedro, otherwise it would have looked like this:
 

Hi,
 
Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.
 
The origins of this type of poem may be traced at least as far back as to the following lines written in 1590 by Sir Edmund Spenser from his epic The Faerie Queene (Book Three, Canto 6, Stanza 6):
 
It was upon a Sommers shynie day, When Titan faire his beames did display, In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew, She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay; She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
   
A nursery rhyme significantly closer to the modern cliché Valentine's Day poem can be found in Gammer Gurton's Garland, a 1784 collection of English nursery rhymes:
  
The rose is red,
the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet,
and so are you.
 
Thou are my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.  
 
Victor Hugo was likely familiar with Spenser, but may not have known the English nursery rhyme when, in 1862, he published the novel, Les Misérables. Hugo was a poet as well as a novelist, and within the text of the novel are many songs. One sung by the character, Fantine contains this refrain, in the 1862 English translation:
  
We will buy very pretty things
A-walking through the faubourgs.
Violets are blue,
roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my loves.
  
The last two lines in the original French are:
  
Les bleuets sont bleus,
les roses sont roses,
Les bleuets sont bleus,
j'aime mes amours.  
 
(Les Misérables, Fantine, Book Seven, Chapter Six)

 
Priceless
 
 

SteveStrummerUK

craigb

jamesg1213

SteveStrummerUK


Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.

Pedro, how did you get Steve's log-in and password?

Couldn't be Pedro, otherwise it would have looked like this:
 

Hi,
 
Roses are red,
Becan is red,
Poems are hard,
Becan.
 
The origins of this type of poem may be traced at least as far back as to the following lines written in 1590 by Sir Edmund Spenser from his epic The Faerie Queene (Book Three, Canto 6, Stanza 6):
 
It was upon a Sommers shynie day, When Titan faire his beames did display, In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew, She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay; She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
   
A nursery rhyme significantly closer to the modern cliché Valentine's Day poem can be found in Gammer Gurton's Garland, a 1784 collection of English nursery rhymes:
  
The rose is red,
the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet,
and so are you.
 
Thou are my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you.  
 
Victor Hugo was likely familiar with Spenser, but may not have known the English nursery rhyme when, in 1862, he published the novel, Les Misérables. Hugo was a poet as well as a novelist, and within the text of the novel are many songs. One sung by the character, Fantine contains this refrain, in the 1862 English translation:
  
We will buy very pretty things
A-walking through the faubourgs.
Violets are blue,
roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I love my loves.
  
The last two lines in the original French are:
  
Les bleuets sont bleus,
les roses sont roses,
Les bleuets sont bleus,
j'aime mes amours.  
 
(Les Misérables, Fantine, Book Seven, Chapter Six)

 
Priceless
 
 

 

I got caught shoplifting earlier today.


With a pound of becan hidden inside my coat, I walked out of the shop and thought I'd got away with it.


I was surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned round to see I'd been stopped by the store detective. "Excuse me fatty" he said, "But what do think you are doing with that?"

"A few sausages, baked beans and a fried egg" I replied.

I like moles

bapu


Looks like I'm gonna have to invoke NagBap today........

Why? It looks like Straummy is back here and in fine form already...

Mesh


Moles should make wonderful pets. I suppose it would be easier to train a hamster tho.....

Sayd Richard Gere?

There's no light at the end of that tunnel...

In hindsight, one may prefer to be blind. 

This is my favorite page of this fred!
(At least for today so far...)

[I get the feeling that Bubba is writing up a story... Can't wait!]

Yay!  Another banner for me!
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limbo again