Oh festive pygarg, don thy splendid muff! Relinquish not the tender hours of May To the likes of flourescent paramecium. We shall gloat triumphantly over victorious bipedalism.
But then...that is very creative what you wrote up there, Lisa...took some burning of the brain cells to come up with that! In modern language your poem would be:
Oh joyous Sea Eagle, wear proudly your beautiful feathers. Don't surrender your precious time, To the likes of those glowing single-celled organisms. But be proud that you can walk upright on two feet!!
How's that for decoding your poem? Okay, enough brain cells burned (wasted--LOL)...gotta get cleaning!
You girls are a hoot! You do keep me laughing...it's kinda like watching and hearing the banter on Gilmore Girls when I read your communication with each other! I love it! Thanks for the smile! Vicky
Well, then, I guess you are right...here's what I found at dictionary.com...but you see it also says it's a female of the hen harrier (which is Any of various slender, narrow-winged hawks of the genus Circus, such as the marsh hawk, that prey on small animals.) or a Sea Eagle
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well...if we rewrite it as if it were an antelope...then how does it have muff (A cluster of feathers on the side of the face of certain breeds of fowl.) unless you were referring to a muff that you put your hands in...:o) and do antelopey things eat those glowing single-celled organisms???? LOL Love, Vicky
Oh joyous Antelope, wear proudly your beautiful fur. Don't surrender your precious time, To the likes of the little things that don't matter... But be proud that you can walk upright on two feet!!
But of course! But realize, if we can really understand what you're talking about, we'll have to ask you to leave and go hang out with the normal people. Don't worry, though...we will certainly PRETEND we understand your poems until we really can. And that's when the trouble starts...
In modern language your poem would be:
Oh joyous Sea Eagle, wear proudly your beautiful feathers.
Don't surrender your precious time,
To the likes of those glowing single-celled organisms.
But be proud that you can walk upright on two feet!!
How's that for decoding your poem?
Okay, enough brain cells burned (wasted--LOL)...gotta get cleaning!
You girls are a hoot! You do keep me laughing...it's kinda like watching and hearing the banter on Gilmore Girls when I read your communication with each other! I love it!
Thanks for the smile!
Vicky
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But according to Joy's page of archaic words, a pygarg is an ibex, which is an antelopey sort of critter. If I remember correctly.
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and do antelopey things eat those glowing single-celled organisms???? LOL
Love,
Vicky
Oh joyous Antelope, wear proudly your beautiful fur.
Don't surrender your precious time,
To the likes of the little things that don't matter...
But be proud that you can walk upright on two feet!!
There...that works! What do ya think??
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...but probably no one really cares anyway, right? LOL
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I think Joy posted that link in one of her replies in my previous entry.
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