09/04/2006 · by TobyI’ve been snickering about this for the last few days Epitaph for an ExplorerBy Ogdan Nash Tiger, tiger, my mistake,I thought you were William Blake. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related SharePinTweetShare0 Shares
Joffre says September 5, 2006 at 4:49 am Reminds me of my own geniositical epigram re William Blake. The Rose O rose, thou art sickto despite thy beautybe such a prick. Reply
Anonymous says September 14, 2006 at 3:02 am … or my favorite Rudyard Kipling poem, which I once used in a speech meet: The Secret of the Polar Bearby Rudyard Kipling The secret of the polar bearIs that he wears long underwear. – D. Blues Reply
Joffre says
Reminds me of my own geniositical epigram re William Blake.
The Rose
O rose, thou art sick
to despite thy beauty
be such a prick.
Anonymous says
… or my favorite Rudyard Kipling poem, which I once used in a speech meet:
The Secret of the Polar Bear
by Rudyard Kipling
The secret of the polar bear
Is that he wears long underwear.
– D. Blues