“ Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
“ By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
“It could be worse, we could be aligned to the apartheid ACT or National parties”.
Is Goneril planning to poison Regan ? Quick, Creative NZ, cancel the Bard.
Their faces closely resemble two smacked bums!
” A brighter future ”
Chur sis, nah National used that already and that was a failure.
Please, ladies, go and get some fresh air.
The photographer caught this image of us. He was going to caption it, ‘Two MPs in deep thought – a First for the NZ/AO Parliament’. Actually it was no trouble for me because at the time my shoes hurt, I was hungry, my gouty elbow ached, and I was estimating whether I could last till the next toilet break.
Grey Warbler. How different we are. I saw this and I assumed that it was the last two finalists in the Miss Universe Contest.
Should I go to Spec Savers, or should you and I enter next time ? We could do well. Get all sorts of freebies, new shoes, aged fillet steaks, scented gardens for the head, never have to appear intelligent, and entice a plethora of slobbering males or females or a full range of alphabetical folk, if so inclined, although these two contestants do look rather knackered, poor darlings.
I thought I’d look at the hardships of being in the talking House SW! I just piled up some of my troubles and felt miserable myself. Dr Kerekere is a lively person, who leads keen people interested in changing for the future; build on their vivacity! A rein on those crashing the female sphere at will, then she may be as good as Winston Peters’ positive outcomes. The other brings to mind the character in Pratchett’s Disc World who rides through time, space on white horse Binky.
Grey Warbler. I sit corrected. I thought they all rode on unicorns up Bowen Street, except, of course for the bloke in the black Mercedes now experiencing a Nazi flashback and telling women to have more babies, which is a bit of impudence from a seemingly male of the species who has never been pregnant or birthed a baby himself, or breastfed, nurtured, multitasked, knitted, produced politically correct school lunches, and held down a job all at the same time. Mr Peters, however, is incredibly normal, with an abundance of commonsense, knows how to ride a horse, and would doubtless excel on Binky.
Two sour pusses
You’d see happier faces on the bench outside the headmasters office.
The girls reading Luxon’s exhortation to go forth and multiply.
Why aren’t we centre of attention any more?
“ Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
“ By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
“It could be worse, we could be aligned to the apartheid ACT or National parties”.
Is Goneril planning to poison Regan ? Quick, Creative NZ, cancel the Bard.
Their faces closely resemble two smacked bums!
” A brighter future ”
Chur sis, nah National used that already and that was a failure.
Please, ladies, go and get some fresh air.
The photographer caught this image of us. He was going to caption it, ‘Two MPs in deep thought – a First for the NZ/AO Parliament’. Actually it was no trouble for me because at the time my shoes hurt, I was hungry, my gouty elbow ached, and I was estimating whether I could last till the next toilet break.
Grey Warbler. How different we are. I saw this and I assumed that it was the last two finalists in the Miss Universe Contest.
Should I go to Spec Savers, or should you and I enter next time ? We could do well. Get all sorts of freebies, new shoes, aged fillet steaks, scented gardens for the head, never have to appear intelligent, and entice a plethora of slobbering males or females or a full range of alphabetical folk, if so inclined, although these two contestants do look rather knackered, poor darlings.
I thought I’d look at the hardships of being in the talking House SW! I just piled up some of my troubles and felt miserable myself. Dr Kerekere is a lively person, who leads keen people interested in changing for the future; build on their vivacity! A rein on those crashing the female sphere at will, then she may be as good as Winston Peters’ positive outcomes. The other brings to mind the character in Pratchett’s Disc World who rides through time, space on white horse Binky.
Grey Warbler. I sit corrected. I thought they all rode on unicorns up Bowen Street, except, of course for the bloke in the black Mercedes now experiencing a Nazi flashback and telling women to have more babies, which is a bit of impudence from a seemingly male of the species who has never been pregnant or birthed a baby himself, or breastfed, nurtured, multitasked, knitted, produced politically correct school lunches, and held down a job all at the same time. Mr Peters, however, is incredibly normal, with an abundance of commonsense, knows how to ride a horse, and would doubtless excel on Binky.
Two sour pusses
You’d see happier faces on the bench outside the headmasters office.
The girls reading Luxon’s exhortation to go forth and multiply.
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