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# 110. The moon and the noon.

Had it been the height of noon, :flame:
She had no real need to swoon!

But the lovely effects of the full moon,
Added up impressively so very soon!

He was a big business tycoon, :popcorn:
Closely resembling a baboon!

She was allergic to any goon,
Who worked like a typhoon!

They were seated in a saloon, :ranger:
She was watching a cartoon;

It must have been fairy's boon,
She emerged from her cocoon!

Holding in each hand a silver spoon, :dance:
He did a crazy dance and did croon;

She loved the idea of flying a balloon,
And spending honeymoon in a lagoon!
 
# 111. Refined taste buds.

She was an expert in ballet,
Her husband was in a billet.

Her favorite food was cutlet, :hungry:
When it was made from fillet;

There was no need for a mallet!
The cutlets cooked on the skillet,

Went down smoothly in the gullet!
As smoothly as the bread pallet,

Or food cooked with tiny millet,
And the taste bud tickling mullet.:love:

It was time for her to hit her pallet; :couch2:
She prayed for dreams minus bullet! :sleep:
 
மேலோட்டமாய்ப் பார்த்தால் மெல்லினம் பெண்டிர்
வார்த்தைகள் பலசமயம் வல்லினம்

Thanks to the upholstery provided by mother Nature

that women are soft at least externally.

But Rudyard Kipling feels that


"the female of the species is

more deadly than male." :spider:

 
I did not enter the sacred thread devoted to tarnish the second largest translated work in the world.:faint:

I have learned to keep off restricted / dangerous zones for my own good. :bolt:

I get the latest posts by e mail since I was foolish enough to get into it in the first place. :typing:

I can UN-subcribe in a moment but I want to keep track of the comments made by my friend. :ear:

I read only those which appear under my friend's name and nothing else other than that.
 
அஞ்சுவது :fear:அஞ்சாமை பேதமை; :crazy:அஞ்சுவது

அஞ்சல் அறிவார் தொழில். (குறள் 43 - 8)

அறிவுடையார் ஆவது அறிவார் :laser: அறிவிலார்

அஃதுஅறி கல்லா தவர்.:loco: (குறள் 43 - 7)
 
Three Apples.

Three apples have changed the world.
Adam's, Newton's, and Steve jobs'.
(Online chain mail),
Cheers,
Brahmanyan,
Bangalore.
 
There are so many people wondering / explaining
why women gain weight!

Does any one ponder why men grow bellies?

At least a woman distributes the excess weight all over her body and becomes pleasantly plump or obese.

Man concentrates every extra pound in his belly.
With a displaced center of gravity his gait changes.

He continues to wear the same pair of trousers and uses the same belt-buckled in the same way.

All the bulge is above the belt-in varying diameters!

No wonder a man needs more personal space than a woman!

Who is more clumsy and unsightly.....
A woman? :decision: A man?
 
"அப்படி என்னதான் செய்கின்றாய் நீ?"



"அப்படி என்ன தான் செய்கின்றாய் நீ?!

சமையல் வேலை கூட முடிந்து விட்டதே!
இனி ஹாயாக சீரியல் சம்மேளனம் தானே?":couch2:

இது தினசரி டயலாக் ஒவ்வொரு வீட்டிலும்!

கேட்டுக் கேட்டுக் காது புளித்து போயிற்று!
அன்று நிஜமாகவே சீரியல் சம்மேளனம்! :ranger:

அன்று மாலை வீடுதிரும்பிய கணவன்
பயந்து வியந்து போய்க் கேட்டான்,:peep:

"என்ன ஆயிற்று இன்று நம் வீட்டுக்கு?

சுனாமி அடித்ததுபோல இருக்கின்றதே?"

"என்ன வேலை செய்கின்றேன் என்று காட்ட

எந்த வேலையையும் செய்யவில்லை இன்று!

இது போல வீடு இல்லாமல் பார்த்துக் கொள்ளுவதே

தினமும் நான் செய்யும் ஒரே வேலை!" என்றாள்.
இந்த நெத்தியடி எப்படி இருக்கு!
:moony:
 
If you can dream - and not make dream your master. :sleep:

We have had jolly good lesson and :wacko:
it serves us jolly well right. :high5:

Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.:lie:

Rudyard Kipling.
 
# 112. A Man on the run!

He was never let to forget,

He was a ridiculer's target.:pound:

He happened to be a midget,

A strange human nugget! :hurt:

He spared his entire budget,

Was ready to face any gadget; :laser:

He could hardly control his fidget,

Will he successfully, a son, beget? :baby:
 
# 113. In vogue or a rogue?

The actor was not in the league,
Even if he was their colleague;

The unimpressive dry dialogue,
Rendered his character vague! :bored:

Some of the audience felt a fatigue;
Was this kind of dialogue in vogue?

The others were in an intrigue,
Was the dialogue writer a rogue? :suspicious:

A person must have an ideologue,
The actor proved dull in prologue,

He was boring in his monologue,
The final straw was the epilogue! :doh:

No one had witnessed an analogue!
It was less fun than in a synagogue!
:eek:
 
"Presents," I often say "endear Absents." :pop2:

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking
I am reading. I can't sit and think.:ranger:

I came home ...hungry as a hunter. :hungry:

How I like to be liked, and what do I do to be liked! :love:

Charles Lamb.
 
# 114. The superlatives in life.

Man must aim at becoming the ablest,
And provide for his family amplest; :popcorn:

The well deserved vacation is the chillest,
A big loving family circle is the coolest; :grouphug:

The mind of a miser is the ficklest,
The vision of green eyes is the foulest; :suspicious:

The brain of the couch potato is the idlest, :couch2:
The fingers of a pick pocket is the nimblest;

The outlook of a great man is the noblest,
The enforced service is the smallest.
 
# 115. The Aristocrats.

The aristocrats wore dresses with lace,
The ladies wore gem studded necklace;

As long as they lived in their place,
Where Fortune did them emplace;

When the evil fortune did them displace,
And forced them to live among populace;

The dream of going back to their palace,
Was the only idea giving them solace.
 
Love is the great asker. :help:

Money is our madness, :loco:

our vast collective madness.:flock:

Loud peace propaganda makes war seem imminent.:director:

David Herbert Lawrence.
 
# 116. The Iron Clad lad.

The sentimental ballad, :sing:

Made the listeners glad; :happy:

They were all iron clad,

But there was a young lad;

Enjoying his simple salad, :hungry:

He was the one thin clad;

In fact he was under clad,:scared:

He too should be iron clad!
 
# 117. Lovelorn Lady.

It was not easy, her, to tell,

She was under an evil spell; :dizzy:
The family members' yell,:horn:

Never in her deaf ears fell!
Her life had become a hell,:whoo:

Better to be locked in a cell;

Tears in her eyes did swell, :tsk:

She tried hard, them, to quell!
 
A honest doubt!

When I say someone is nice...
does it automatically imply
that all the others are NOT nice?

When I say that someone is friendly....
that all the others fight like bulldogs? :boxing:

When I say someone is intelligent...
that all the others are dunces? :party:

Someone is very active...
that all the others are lazy loiters? :bored:

Of course NOT! :nono:

We are talking about one person and only one person.

The others may be nice / not nice / somewhat nice.

The same thing is true with the other options.

It will create less problem for everyone if people stop reading between the lines and more that what is given in writing.
 
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Do as you would be done by!

தன்னைப்போல பிறரை நினைப்பதற்கும்,

தன்மனிதர்களையே பிறராக நினைப்பதற்கும்

மலைக்கும் மடுவுக்கும் உள்ள வேறுபாடு

நிலவுவதை ஒப்புக் கொள்ளுகின்றீர்களா?:decision:

முதல் வகை மனிதர்கள் மற்றவர்களிடமும்

அன்பும், கருணையும் காட்ட வல்லவர். :hug:

இரண்டாம் வகையினரோ மற்றவர்களிடம்

காட்டும் உணர்சிகளைத் தன்னவர்களிடமும்

காட்டித் தபிக்கவும் தவிக்கவும் வைப்பவர். :flame:

முகம் தெரியாத மனிதர்களுக்குப் பரிந்து

வக்காலத்து வாங்குபவர், தன்னவர்களைப்
பற்றி முகம் சுளிக்கும்படி எழுதலாமா???
:whoo:
 
I do not know who my grandfather was;
I am more concerned to know
what his grandson will be. :bowl:


Character is like a tree and
reputation like its shadow.
The shadow is what we think of it;
the tree is the real thing. :thumb:

Abraham Lincoln.
 
# 118. The Wine Glass.

It was the over dose of the drink,

That made him unable to think;:spit:

His found it harder to blink,

Being on deep sleep's brink;:sleep:

The lady in the lovely pink,

Did in fear from him shrink;:fear:

He stumbled to the sink,

To make sure he won't stink;

The cunning dame in the mink,

Had in her mind a crooked kink;

She wanted to establish a link,
The easiest way was to clink!
:tea:
 
# 119. His girl friend.

She did vehemently downturn, :hand:

Him from living as an intern;

This completely did him overturn, :doh:

The nasty scene at the nocturne;

He had no choice but to return, :bump2:

To his wife and family in turn.

It was now her choice to upturn,

And punish him by being taciturn!
:tape:
 
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