Oh-h.
If you're clever, you can make a Moriarty "Oh" like that stretch over two syllables. Of course, Lionel Atwell(sp) did it the best, seeing as he was the bloke who dunnit first.
Do you know, if you freeze that eye-rolling smiley at a certain moment, it goes cross-eyed.
Since I am not interesting, and not interested that you're not interested in the fact that I am not interesting or interested about not being interested in being not interesting, here are random scraps of poems for your enjoyment and entertainment. I cannot promise that they are word perfect.
He thought he saw a buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece.
He looked again and found it was
His sister's husband's niece.
Hey now, come hoy now.
Whither do you wander?
Up, down, near, far,
Here, there, or yonder.
Swish-tail, Wise-nose,
Sharp-Ears and Bumpkin.
White-Socks, my little lad, and old Fatty-Lumpkin!
In winter when the woods are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In autumn when the woods are brown,
Take pen and ink and write it down.
In spring when fields are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.
The sun shone down,
Bright and bold,
Upon a deep green wood.
And in that wood there was a clearing,
And in that clearing stood-
A fine white hart,
White as milk,
With antlers sharp and a coat of silk.
Gil-galad was an Elven king,
Of him the harpers sadly sing.
The last whose realm was fair and free,
Between the mountains and the sea.
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There. Wery wunterful, I'm sure.
