one word radio: vows
reedy they were,
we imped in orange and blue:
mindless?
shivering, more like;
if you go down the dog's way,
dogs will find you:
woof!
this would not be the last
time, but you
just might be the first -
we imped in orange and blue:
mindless?
shivering, more like;
if you go down the dog's way,
dogs will find you:
woof!
this would not be the last
time, but you
just might be the first -
Labels: vernal
posted by murat11 at 1:05 PM
10 Comments:
How does one "imp"? And a big "woof!" to you to, Murat. This one was fun. Not as sticky as the spun sugar or as striking as the hunky hit men gamboling as they gambled in Armani suits. Although "imping in orange and blue" has its possibilities. I have to decide how to "imp" first.
T: Oh, I think you know how: I'm sure Joshua does. But, the color scheme is essential.
What happens if I want to imp in gold and green? I think today I'm in a gold and green mind for color.
Teresa: Rules for imps.
1. Imps would never follow rules, and certainly not suggestions.
2. You wanna imp like a Green Bay Packer, more power to you.
BTW, years ago at the Alabama Shakespeare Festival (no snickering, now: it's a very fine repertory company), I found out that flower imps are called flimps. I believe their colors are definitely green and gold.
Well, since I was born in Wisconsin, I guess it wouldn't hurt to imp like a Green Bay Packer, but I was thinking more along the lines of metallic, shimmery gold. Golder than the Packers uniform. Flimps is a great word. But I don't feel like a flower. Just like imping in green and gold. Kind of like sunbeams dancing in the jungle, that kind of imping. Flowers get too top heavy and can only sway in the breeze.
Laughing into my coffee this morning - FLIMPS!!
Teresa: By all means, go for it. Shimmery es muy mas mejor, si. I believe jungle imps would be called jimps.
Dee: And what kind of an imp are you feeling, this morning?
Jumping jimps imping in vibrant green and shimmery gold! That does it for me.
This one made me laugh, too.
Somehow I picked up a copy of Feast of Love that someone had used as their personal scholarly edition, underlining bits and pieces, highlighting others, frequently noting "Imp!" in the margin for lines such as "Believe me, most women know what I'm talking about." Or, "He became proficient at it." It's driving me crazy; fortunately, it looks like their academic instincts wore out around page 75.
As for me, I would prefer to imp in purple and silver. With teal accents. Imp-ing like the Monterey Bay Mermaid Squad?
Anno: Love all these colorful (fl)imps, and I really love Ms/Mr Feast of Love's finding all the imps in her/his book. Those, I suppose, would be more properly called bimps, no?
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