April 25, 2011

The Jumblies

THEY went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, In a sieve they went to sea. And when the sieve turned round and round, And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!” They called aloud, “Our sieve ain’t big; But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig: In a sieve we’ll go to sea!” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. II They sailed away in a sieve, they did, In a sieve they sailed so fast, With only a beautiful pea-green veil Tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, To a small tobacco-pipe mast. And every one said who saw them go, “Oh! won’t they soon be upset, you know? For the sky is dark and the voyage is long, And, happen what may, it’s extremely wrong In a sieve to sail so fast.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. III The water it soon came in, it did; The water it soon came in: So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet In a pinky paper all folded neat; And they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery-jar; And each of them said, “How wise we are! Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, While round in our sieve we spin.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. IV And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown. “O Timballoo! How happy we are When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail In the shade of the mountains brown.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. V They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,– To a land all covered with trees; And they bought an owl and a useful cart, And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart, And a hive of silvery bees; And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree, And no end of Stilton cheese. Far and […]
April 11, 2011

Purple Shoes

I love it when this guy calls me he is such a prissy sissy but no one knows this in his personal life.He calls and wants these assignments that i have him to do and he so enjoys this.Well the other day he calls and we chat for awhile then i ask him now what am i going to do with you this time lol he says i don’t know what do you have in mine. Now needless to say i thought of this because he does love being a little sissy and figured some humilation to play into this also would be fun.So i had him to go and purchase a pair of purple flats and he was to wear them the next day all day to work now gets this he walks most of the time to and from work and lunch and wears this very expensive business suit.Then he was to send me a pic of his cute little shoes. Lorraine
March 7, 2011

Sissy Maid

I do enjoy having a little sissy maid around the house to do all the chores that i hate doing.Like laundry,dusting mopping,sweeping,driving me around,painting my fingers nails and toes nails love getting manicures and she is such a wondering at that. But her greatest fear is when she messes up and doesn’t do what she is told and gets punished for it.Would you like to know what her punishment is thought so.I take all her diapers and lock them up and she isn’t allow any diapers until she corrects what she did wrong. Lorraine
February 22, 2011

Sissy

I answer my phone and i hear this meek voice saying hi granny.It was a sweet little sissy on the other end she wanted me to dress her up and show her off to my friends .Told her lets get into my sissy closet and see what we can find for her to dress up in. We try on all kinds of different cloths and outfits thats until i remembered this one special outfit i had put away i reached into the back of the closet and pull it out.She tries it on and its a perfect fit so get the other stuff that i bought with it she puts it on and omg she is asbolutely adorable she prances around the room showing herself off and giggles to herself.We had so much fun that day. Silvie 1-888-430-2010
February 7, 2011

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there and the moon spun round like a top, and the nearest kin of the moon, the creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, for, wander and wail as he would, the pure cold light in the sky troubled his animal blood. Minnaloushe runs in the grass lifting his delicate feet. Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? When two close kindred meet, what better than call a dance? Maybe the moon may learn, tired of that courtly fashion, a new dance turn Minnaloushe creeps through the grass from moonlit place to place, the sacred moon overhead has taken a new phase. Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils will pass from change to change, and that from round to crescent, from crescent to round they range? Minnaloushe creeps through the grass alone, important and wise, and lifts to the changing moon his changing eyes. William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Lorraine
November 22, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). Silvie by Shel Silverstein
November 8, 2010

Thanksgiving Is a Moment to Remember

Thanksgiving is a moment to remember How little we can do to move the stars. All we are and have we must surrender, Nor is Earth less inscrutable than Mars. Knowing this, we know the need for friends Sharing both our pleasures and our pain, Giving, though it may not serve their ends, In joy the love that will our love sustain. Very much like water in a lake, In sum we serve as mirrors to the sky. No one alone can heaven’s picture take. Given friends, we know the reason why. Mommy Lorraine
October 25, 2010

Haunted House

There’s a house upon the hilltop We will not go inside For that is where the witches live, Where ghosts and goblins hide. Tonight they have their party, All the lights are burning bright, But oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. The demons there are whirling And the spirits swirl about. They sing their songs to Halloween. “Come join the fun,” they shout. But we do not want to go there So we run with all our might And oh we will not go inside The haunted house tonight. By Jack Prelutsky Silvie
August 17, 2010

The Silent Passer-by

// <![CDATA[// // <![CDATA[// When I was a child, I didn’t have hair on my head, just some stubs. I liked to watch my friends play. I would join them now and then, but I preferred watching. Every day, we would see an old man walking by our playground, carrying an umbrella. He had big ears and a bald head. The moment my friends saw him pass by, they would shout, “Hey, deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” They told me that he could neither hear nor speak. It was early evening. I was standing at the gate of my house, when I saw the old man coming. I was alone. There were no friends around to shout the usual words of ‘greeting’. But how could I let this man walk by without saying anything? So for the first time, I asked in a soft voice, “Hey deaf and dumb, what’s the time?” The old man looked at me. Then he looked at his watch and replied,”It’s five thirty.” Lorraine I ran inside the house and never shouted at the old man after that day.
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