A Toast to Brazen Hussies

A Toast to Brazen Hussies!
To the Floozies, and the Tramps!
A Toast to Wanton Women!
Hear Hear! to all the Vamps!

Big breasted Buxom Women!
Who raise their skirts on high!
and stomp their feet upon the ground!
as they dance beneath the sky!

They dance beneath Diana!
The goddess of the Moon
Who kicked some butt, when she got caught
Without her pantaloons!

They sing in ribald voices!
Their faces flushed and red!
as they swing their mighty hips, YE GODS
it's good to be well fed!

Sooo Hurrah! Yeehah all Bitches!
All tarts full of wild livin!
Dance good, eat good, Live free, Be free!!!

a TOAST to WICKED WOMEN!
HEAR HEAR TO WICKED WOMEN!

THE BATTLE

Newtonians stomp their feet and scream
how dare you say their world is dream!
the Quantum blokes retort in kind
Throw out your clocks! Unwind! Unwind!

The furious battle doth ensue
gravitious apples thrown, mon dieu!
Newtonians armed with facts and time
attempt to conquer String theory Crime

Oh woe! neutrinos blazing wonder
The Quantum warriors sit, and ponder
this is just a silly Brawl
why fight what is not there at all?

doggy style

whilst contemplating Kierkegaard and Plato before noon
my dog sat very patiently next to me in the room
My brow was furrowed deep in thought my mannerisms vague
when thus I felt my little pooch a scratching at my leg

"Oh lady dear, philosopher, oh genius, oracle?
I need to poop, I truly do, my bowels are truly full..
so, if you could unglue your ass from that existential bard
I REALLY REAALLY NEED TO POOP
please take me to the yard"

We wandered out his joy unbound
he pooped he sniffed along the ground
he jumped he barked he chased a squirrel
he hopped and leaped and did a whirl.

And in one moment , swoop, I saw
no book nor words can be
as wise nor brilliant as the puppy
scratching next to me.