-Removed-I don't understand this thread
But Grampy Bobby can never be so mortal,
as to be dead.
He is my inspiration wherever he is. He has always appeared
when I was down,
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, but don't let the mourners come.
Grampy is my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my resting nap;
I thought that the forum would last for ever: But that was crap.
The stars are not wanted now: no tear, no sob;
Pack up the pieces and dismantle the game;
Pour away the brilliance, dismantle dear Bob.
For nothing now can ever be the same.
Bob, I love you for your empathy, your stimulating ideas and for your humanity.
Please say you haven't disappeared.
-Removed-Shakespeare cannot be berated just for the fact that many of his sonnets can be classified as disguising a belief (and interest in) "old porn". As he himself said in "As you like it"...... 'a MILF with a hand is better than a buxom wench with a bush'
Give me the "old porn" any day.
But better still, let's be positive. Let's recommend and remember the wit and art of Grampy.
Ars longa Old Porn brevis