* The 23rd Psalm. Abridged and embroidered by Lady G, (with apologies to the King James Krewe)
The Forest Prince Is My Pacer,
I shall not Bonk.
He maketh me lie down in the Gu-spot,
And I complaineth not.
He maketh me do the wild thing,
And I shall not falter.
He anointeth my lips with SUCCEED!
And I DNF-eth not.
I scampereth naked down
the Trails of Life,
And I am not spanked
(well, maybe later).
I gather to my bosom the Jaybirds of the field,
And verily, the Forest Prince is pleased.
For he is the tall wood that crowneth the hill-top,
And of righteous girth is his timber.
And I shall dwell on this in rapture,
For this, and the Rest of my Posts.
ORN: Avoided the nettles today, maybe tomorrow.