My sire and my lady exquisite connoisseurs
Of proper cast and breeding,
I was breast-fed first on caviar and wine,
Then led to believe the world was my oyster—
So where’s my pearl, you swine?
Moderator’s comments: Talk about biting the hand that feeds you—not even a titbit of gratitude and respect.
like a lot this write....
ReplyDeleteLaura,
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased you liked this well enough to write and tell me so--I also think your paintings are marvelous--even though I don't comment on them as much as your numerous other admirers do. Ciao!