O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Also, a book review of Affinity by Sarah Waters.
Lesbian shenanigans in a nineteenth century London prison ends badly for many.
Well worth a read.
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I hate that invisible worm.
And here I was thinking my roses were sub-par because I'm lazy and crap at gardening, but no - it was the invisible worm.
Damn you invisible worm - damn you to Perth!!!
*shakes angry fist*
Your roses may have been crap because of a lack of worms Ramon. They're actually very cool critters to have in your garden. They don't eat your plants and do very groovy stuff for your soil. And their shit is so great it's not even called shit, it's "castings".
The organic solution would be to get a couple of Invisible Chooks to keep them under control.
Sorry. Always missing the point I am. I'm far too literal for this poetry stuff.
Having a bad morning.
We have a darling rose bush, just one, a David Austin that produces pink round roses that look like profiteroles. It's the same rose I had in my wedding bouquet awwwwww aint that sweet
Mr E, I'm worried our invisable cat would attack the invisible chooks
That would require an invisible boot in the arse of said invisible cat.
Mr E, I'm worried our invisable cat would attack the invisible chooks
Put an inaudible bell round it's neck.
On the up side, there's always the prospect of invisable free-range eggs.
Good luck finding them.
On the up side, there's always the prospect of invisable free-range eggs.
As long as an invisible fox doesn't get into the invisible hen's hen house.
I like this game.
Yes it's fun EMS, but there's always the chance of taking it too far.
Nevertheless,I would take out my invisible gun, load it with invisible bullets and shoot the invisible fox which is killing the invisible hens which are laying the invisible eggs and eating the invisible worm that has ruined the invisible roses.
No wait. The roses weren't invisible were they?
No wait. The roses weren't invisible were they?
You did take it too far!
That was fun.
When do we get to play it again?
ooo ooo ooo - what if the rose is actually a woman named rose?
a diseased bed of crimson joy - ouchie
Powdery Mildew?
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