A QUESTION FOR NICHOLAS

Dear Nick,

Did you like the fruit basket I sent over?

Love,
David

WHY THE WORLD TURNS

As the Byrds once sang,

To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

In other words, the world is turning and stuff happens. But why doth the world turn?
Once, lesser humans believed that the world,

Turneth ye ever slow,
As a fat man with his bow,
Shoots an arrow ever slow,
And it cometh back to meet him.

In fact, during the Renaissance, many painters would illustrate the world as a fat man gently turning. As well as this, at the turn of the 19th Century, sculptors refused to create globes or spheres for fear of Nazi reprisals.
So, turn ye Earth! Turn ye! And know that we are forever in your all-entrancing power and grip!

ALBUM COVERS THAT ARE ICKY

If anyone owns these albums, please sell them to me...

WELCOME AND POEM

So it's come to this...a blog.
Ewww! Makes me feel sick!

To start proceedings, I would like to offer up for your entertainment and amusement, this: a poem.

Round and round the worldeth goes,
Like a hankie on my nose,
Do not darest thou to blow,
Lest the world begins explode.