Maggie's Farm

Oh, fun is right, Leag o' Bloviations!

I wonder who Novak is leaning against? Damn be him who drinks from the catapult of sin.

They be tossed.

Oh, thank you so, Queag, Captain. I feel...so...so... spanked, as it were.

"students" - needs an apostrophe.

"popquiz" - two words.


Did I pass, oh prickly pedant, thou?? A+ for META !!

"No apostrophe intended when adressing multiple persons."

...students' part. That would be correct, my dearest sweetheart. You are addressing a 'part'.

-5 for you, sugar britches. Stay after class.

God, I love you so!

How do you know when you've caught a fish? Here, my dear...
Be the bait:

The Bait

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.
And there th' enamoured fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be'st loath,
By sun, or moon, thou darkenest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net:

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleavesilk flies
Bewitch poor fishes' wandering eyes.

For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself are thine own bait;
That fish, that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.

John Donne