Triathlon training, mania, battered feet, and booze

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

The Finger


Well folks, with the completion of the marathon, I'm taking some time off from this shit. Peace be with you.

posted by Hugh G. Balls at 9:26 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"

Cuckoo, cuckoo


Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .

Cuckoo!

. . . to you


So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night

I hate to go and leave this pretty sight


So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu

Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu


So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen

I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne


So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye

I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!

I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie

I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly

The sun has gone to bed and so must I


So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

8:54 AM

 

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