A maiden went for a walk in the forest. Soon she heard laughter and music; she came upon a clearing and saw happy people dancing and singing.
“Join us, fair maiden,” a bright-eyed youth implored.
A maiden went for a walk in the forest. Soon she heard laughter and music; she came upon a clearing and saw happy people dancing and singing.
“Join us, fair maiden,” a bright-eyed youth implored.
Not a cheerful poem. But short.
Camelot, we hardly knew ye.
Hello friends! Today the Grammar Cop presents a mixed bag – all gleaned via the ubiquitous Internet. (“Ubiquitous” is one of my favourite words, along with “quintessential” and “scintillating.” Just sayin’.)
I just found this piece I wrote in the early ’90s. It still holds up – unfortunately.
… my background colour! Be still my heart!
Do you like it?
It was time.
🙂
My ‘get up and go’ hasn’t got up and went yet.
I’m 70 years old. I have trouble believing this.
This little piece was previously published in the Montreal Gazette, February 19, 2001, under the title “By the cool pool I landed in hot water.”
The Grammar Cop has found a variety of errors for this week’s list. Check out these lovely lulus!
So what do you do when you start receiving bills with a zero balance, for a phone number you’ve never had, in a mode you haven’t used for years (print vs. online)? A bill that looks exactly like this:
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