Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The lady in the forest...

I must be dreaming...

am i?

for ti's above of me

is beauty incarnate...

she who is all lithe and lovely, with bright shining eyes...

showers my singing with praises

i know i have good singing talent

but...

ti's a sight i never seen before

HARK MY WORDS

a new era has dawned

me, bottem the tailor

has charmed one who has superior beauty

and she has humbly invited me into her abode!

and with many scantily dressed maidens

i exchanged greetings with those maidens

and the lord of all of them

if i may call her name

"Titania"...

ti's name

mixes power, beauty, and the divine right to rule!

and i, bottem the weaver

has charmed her

ti's a feat i never imagined possible!

she feeds me with fruits of every kind!

of acorns, of apples

and she has even invited me to her bed!

what more can a lowly species like me want?

of humanity

and of the male gender

what higher comforts and living standards are there?

i shall have to propose to her soon

Aideu~

Thursday, August 13, 2009

MY DREAM(before meeting the beautific lady)

I had the strangest dream yesterday.

It all started when we went to rehearse the play. Being the most important lead, i arrived fashionably late.

While rehearsing the magnificent play, we encountered a few minor obstacles,all of which i managed to solve admirably, with little sweat.

The solution was that we prepared a prologue before starting the play,to state two important facts.firstly to state that lion,was not actually a lion,but a man in a costume.secondly that that pyramus is actually not pyramus, but fair bottem,the weaver, the all important ME.

The next obstacle, which involved the moonshine illuminating the act on the day of play, is easily resolved, again, by yours truely, where with the prodigeous skill and uncanny knack of calender-flipping skills, I quickly and swiftly found the date of which the moon would visit our play- it exactly co-incides with the date of our play. PERFECT.

Next, came the problem of the wall, through which Thisby and Pyramus commune, is easily resolved, with my suggestion of a couple of hard plasters and whatnot, to make a human into wall, and with his fingers made into a hole-shape, where Pyramus and Thisby talk.