Why is it... A hymn to the homonym

[Fish_Tales]

Why is it... Hymn to the Homonym

(something childish and fun – I need it!)

Why is it…

Any day I can
Eat a sundae,
But I cannot
Shop on Sunday?

Why is it...

You can dish up
Food on a plate.
And you can dish
Up pain with a plate?

Why is it...

That a plait in your hair
Is an attractive thing,
But a plate on your head
Looks ridiculous?

Why is it...

That ceding to someone
Is giving up,
But seeding a native forest
Is giving back?

Why is it...

That the growth
In our waist,
Corresponds to the growth
In our waste?

Why is it...

That climate change
Is not considered minor,
But it’s mitigation
Spells b_i_g t_r_o_u_b_l_e for a miner?

Why is it...

A miner can never be bored
And is always busy,
But their mine
Is constantly bored?

Why is it...

Everywhere you look
There’s a scene,
But even though there’s looking,
Is anything really seen?

Why is it...

In most games
It’s good to throw a ball,
But if it hits you in the head,
Then you bawl?

Why is it...

Before you pull the trigger
One needs to cock,
But if you pull a cock
….oh my

Why is it...

That it may well be
That this amateur bard,
Could soon find himself
…. barred?

So...why is it?

 

[bronzeage]

No, your safe













is protected by a combination.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hi - and thank you.

Phew

 

[FastFinger4Her]

I know one homonym, anyway

I love fucking and I love foreplay,
And once in a very large bed,
I had sex with three horny women—
Three women, one man—that's four-play.
"Fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK" was all I said.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

throughout history Combinations have protected many things

 

[bronzeage]

throughout history Combinations have protected many things

Genteel southern ladies wore things like these and changed into a fresh set several times a day.

 

[Angeline]

Why are ewe like someone
I new once upon the ours,
the I'lls of poetry, the wit
of whose, that grand
expanse of knews, the clack
and trap and freeze of days
the splattered frieze of too.

You are a fissure of men,
a Finnish fir the ages and hear
I fined myself no longer
of the phew I am an island
flow, the innocents, an eyelet
for the fuse, a loan tender
as the seize but restless
wrestling the breeze to

morrow my love and awl
the daze a head, your hands
and limns the flower bed
massed in green and violet,
the night thyme call of lune.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Genteel southern ladies wore things like these and changed into a fresh set several times a day.

from one who has made an indepth study of ladies underwear throught the ages?

Why are ewe like someone
I new once upon the ours,
the I'lls of poetry, the wit
of whose, that grand
expanse of knews, the clack
and trap and freeze of days
the splattered frieze of too.

You are a fissure of men,
a Finnish fir the ages and hear
I fined myself no longer
of the phew I am an island
flow, the innocents, an eyelet
for the fuse, a loan tender
as the seize but restless
wrestling the breeze to

morrow my love and awl
the daze a head, your hands
and limns the flower bed
massed in green and violet,
the night thyme call of lune.

Speil chucker broken? sorreeeeeeee

 

[champagne1982]

Two more roe the floe
of eyes will drip
to Phil a stream of
cons shush
nests the swallow
it down yore gull let
friezes clothed
and ewe spit
owe verse miles
of water ayes
cant cee

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Core nurse tones
of yore billed car sells
with men a pause Al and Tommo
row Fay'll,
bee cores summer
in ready Ness
four so shall chain Jess.