― cutty (mcutt), Sunday, 21 November 2004 05:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― adam... (nordicskilla), Sunday, 21 November 2004 20:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― adam... (nordicskilla), Sunday, 21 November 2004 20:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― JaXoN (JasonD), Sunday, 21 November 2004 22:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― adam... (nordicskilla), Sunday, 21 November 2004 22:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― I'm serious ... Ti-i-i-i-im (deangulberry), Sunday, 21 November 2004 22:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sonny, Ah!!1 (Sonny A.), Monday, 22 November 2004 00:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian John50n (orion), Monday, 22 November 2004 00:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sonny, Ah!!1 (Sonny A.), Monday, 22 November 2004 00:42 (twenty-one years ago)
RIDDLE 44
It hangs, elegant, high on his thigh,Under his shirt, with a hole in the front.It stands so upright, stiff and hard!When he takes it out of his clothes, intendingTo use it, he'll stick the head of his hangingThing straight in that matching holeThat he's filled in this way so often before.
RIDDLE 45
I've heard of something that grows by itself,Thicker and fatter till it lifts up its covers,And the girl grabs that boneless what-is-tIn her high-minded hands and shoves that swellingThing up under her innocent dress.
(translations by Burton Raffel from the Old English.)
― Ian John50n (orion), Monday, 22 November 2004 00:47 (twenty-one years ago)