I’m not the first or the last
to stand on a hillock,
watching the man she married
prove to the world
he’s a total, utter, absolute Grade A pillock.
Carol Ann Duffy.
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Grade A pillock? yep I'd definitely agree with you there, you mark my words, watch him because his fling won't last forever and then he'll come back on his knees begging you and assuming you'll take him back. Don't though, show him you can manage without him and like your mum said 'chin up'!
That just about sums it up, doesn't it?
HAAAA! That is great!
HAAAA! That is great!
Ahhh!!! The sweet revenge of strong, capable women!!
Peace!
LOL !!! Aint that the truth! and I just know where she is gonna shove that gardening implement!
LOL !!! Aint that the truth! and I just know where she is gonna shove that gardening implement!
Good for you lady! Keep it up!!!
Good for you lady! Keep it up!!!
are there housekeeper hints for removing coffee from keyboards?
That is a classic poem. Thanks!
UGH, what a jerk, what a total total jerk. May karma give him a big ole kick in the backside when he least expects it.
UGH, what a jerk, what a total total jerk. May karma give him a big ole kick in the backside when he least expects it.
Love the poem-it's just perfect!
Love the poem-it's just perfect!
I love this poem,
but im not sure all of you quite understand it..
Its about the Greek Myth of Icarus,
He used wax wings to escape with his father over the sea, he was told not to fly too close to the sun or the wings would melt and he would fall to his death in the sea.
But he did anyway, and so fell to the sea.
The picture above this poem is not in relation to it, its just a humourous picture.
So she cant get revenge or stand up for herself, instead she's speaking out of embarressment at how stupid he is,
rather than how stupid he is to cheat on her.
: ) i do love it,
in its correct context!
I love this poem,
but im not sure all of you quite understand it..
Its about the Greek Myth of Icarus,
He used wax wings to escape with his father over the sea, he was told not to fly too close to the sun or the wings would melt and he would fall to his death in the sea.
But he did anyway, and so fell to the sea.
The picture above this poem is not in relation to it, its just a humourous picture.
So she cant get revenge or stand up for herself, instead she's speaking out of embarressment at how stupid he is,
rather than how stupid he is to cheat on her.
: ) i do love it,
in its correct context!
i found this poem, because i read about Icarus. I read about Icarus because there is a song called Icarus on Santogold's Top Ranking cd, and my ex loved it.. Icarus sounds a lot like my ex. bastard.
A tribute to partners and sweethearts of all hang glider and paraglider pilots? We're a likeable lot, really – just stricken by the fact we have learned to fly like birds. Envied sometimes. Misunderstood more often……
As perhaps is the wider metaphor….
A tribute to partners and sweethearts of all hang glider and paraglider pilots? We're a likeable lot, really – just stricken by the fact we have learned to fly like birds. Envied sometimes. Misunderstood more often……
As perhaps is the wider metaphor….