I think it’s about time we! The lycanthropes came out of the closet.
Seems to me it’s pretty fashionable and everybody nowadays wants to jump on the old bandwagon.
You know T shirts “glad to be wolfie” “Lets put a bite back into politics,
Since the middle ages we’ve been trying to keep it to ourselves “
But no” that do good William of Newburgh had to put quill to parchment and tell the world.” I mean” would you miss the odd peasant
Nowadays the only signs are maybe a bit too much facial hair even if it is well groomed.
We do get a few problems especially on the Gibbous moon when we struggle with the flip flops.
Before you ask we never go near the fish stall but of course the butchery, “what can I say?”
If you’ve every seen a woman tottering on high heels toward the fresh meat aisle, perhaps she needed to shave them legs, well now you know!
Must admit the nails get in the way occasionally if I’m typing and the films showing us, arched back and howling in pain, that’s a fellow CH and no wonder he’s pissed off
Glad I got that off my chest
Gotta go the moons calling.


Father give me the Bull of Heaven,
so he can kill Gilgamesh in his dwelling.
If you do not give me the Bull of Heaven,
I will knock down the Gates of the Netherworld,
I will smash the door posts, and leave the doors flat down,
and will let the dead go up to eat the living!
And the dead will outnumber the living!"

How wrong or was he??
Sweet dreams.

Colin,
You're a right loverly nutter!

YOU can go Howling anytime you wish..
and you can challenge me to fully comprehend your posts

BUT......
First, you must indulge me with an answer to THIS riddle:
Maresey doats and dosey doats and lil lamsey divey.
akittle e-divey-too,
wooden shoe?

OK, go for it, Colin!

Cathi

Mares-eat oats and does eat oats,
And little lambs eat ivy,
A kid will eat ivy too,
Wouldn't you?

From a laboratory deep beneath the rugged countryside of the peaks there’s some strange goings on.
2 beasts from differing species are being prepared.
George the horse sitting cross-legged reading horse and hounds, looks casually over his shoulder to his bride to be Henrietta deer.
Henrietta had complained earlier “the groom can’t see me like this on our wedding day”. Her chief bridesmaid Dolly the sheep (remember her) was pacing and bleating about the injustice of it all.
In came the man holding his pen and board,
“We’ve all given up smoking after the last few thousand thanks”
“I’ve come to take you orders for the wedding meal”
George and Henrietta both agreed to something not to fussy and settled on a nice oat crepe, Dolly on the other hand preferred something a little greener.
Their days were numbered and nights were spent in a rent free furnished oxygen tent (borrowed that bit) but their love for each other or oat crepe’s never died.
Inevitably the patter of tiny hoofs came along and as all us parents go through,
We can’t get the kid off greens.

I'm not worthy Cav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cav,

You could make a killing bottling up whatever it is you have for breakfast and selling it to the mass market. 

Em
x

Tanya,
its from the (Epic of Gilgamesh: Tablet VI)
Happy reading
Colin.