if you're 14, i think i must be 12. i just laughed at 'wee flower', despite my once-proud pseduo-celtic heritage.
a robert browning klassik, from the end of 'Pippa Passes':
but at night, brother howlet, over the woods,
toll the world thy chantry;
sing to the bats' sleek sisterhoods
full complines with gallantry:
then, owls and bats,
cowls and twats,
monks and nuns, in a cloister's moods,
adjourn to the oak-stump pantry!'
most obviously, browning thinking that a nun's twat is part of her headgear's quite tittersome, but the 'coincidental' mention of something called a 'sleek sister-hood' is just icky. moreover, from this day forth, all requests for oral sex should be delivered in the form,
'ADJOURN TO THE OAK-STUMP PANTRY!' |