"And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. You realize you're playing a complete psycho, right? And why a crab? That always gets me."
Parker jumped off the bed and declaimed, "The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me... Are you going to pantomime all these bits?"
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Date: 2006-02-28 04:32 am (UTC)In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. You realize you're playing a complete psycho, right? And why a crab? That always gets me."
Parker jumped off the bed and declaimed, "The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me... Are you going to pantomime all these bits?"