Sting – Fragile
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Hold Me For A While
Hold, hold me for a while
I know this won’t last forever
So hold, hold me tonight
Before the morning takes you away
The Donkey
The donkey [ˈdɒŋkɪ] was not unusual. Like many other donkeys it was indifferent to men. It stood with half-closed eyes at the entrance to a circus tent. That was the first circus that the city had seen for a year. The circus tent stood on a green place not far from the city. A lot of people came to the place: mothers and fathers with their children, in cars and on foot.
Do You Really Want To Hurt Me
Give me time
To realise my crime
Bullying
A dad says to his daughter when he finds out she was bullying other children:
Pick up that glass. She did.
Throw it on the floor. She did.
What Made Her So Angry
A young man was engaged to a beautiful young girl, twenty-five years old. The day before her birthday he said to her, “Tomorrow I’ll send you roses, one for each year of your life.” That evening he telephoned a flower shop and asked the shopman to send twenty-five finest roses to the young girl the next morning.
Presence of Mind
A fire broke out in the middle of the night in a country house where a number of guests had been staying outside wrapped up in shawls, sheets and blankets.
Bomey M – Oceans of Fantasy
My world is filled with oceans
Oceans of fantasy
The never never land of emotions
Come down and follow me
You’ll see the secret places
Where all the rivers end
And pirate ships of old
Filled with diamonds and with gold
Just waiting for a friend
Pictures or Paintings
Once a mother and her two daughters were visiting London.
Money For Doing Nothing
The owner of a large shop in an English town one day wanted to see if everything was all right in his shop. In one of the rooms he saw a big boy sitting on a box. The boy did not do anything. The owner of the shop looked at him for a moment. As the boy went on sitting, doing nothing, the owner got angry. “How much are you paid a week?” he asked the boy. “Sixteen shillings”, was the boy’s answer.