Requiem for the Croppies by Seamus Heaney
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
No kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own country.
The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp.
A people hardly marching... on the hike...
We found new tactics happening each day:
We'd cut through reins and rider with the pike
And stampede cattle into infantry,
Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown.
Until... on Vinegar Hill... the final conclave.
Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at cannon.
The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken wave.
They buried us without shroud or coffin
And in August... the barley grew up out of our grave.
"No, but your hat's on crooked."
On the plus side, he makes great Subway sandwiches.
We're too young, we cantaloupe!
Because he saw the salad dressing
DUDEronomy
At the time we were thinking of naming him Carson.
Therapist: tell me why
Me: screams
“Get a round?” “Round?” “Round?” “I’ll get a round!”
It’s awful.
I don't know if this happens wherever you live, but in my family there's one toilet. Whenever I use the restroom I have to lift the seat up (as to not splash my liquids on the seat) and then the girls in my family complain that I didn't put the seat back down. Why should I have to put the seat down for them? In my opinion it's actually dirtier to lift the seat up (because it's next to the toilet rim) then to put the seat down.
I have tried to complain about this issue before and the girls in my family got triggered at me for even starting such a complacent argument. It's like they were born with this right and everyone should accept it. That's when my dad signaled me to stop because he has tried the same argument before and got shut down. If anything needs to be "equal rights" it needs to be the rights to the toilet seat being up and not having to hear a complaint everytime I do it.
Dad just waves and says, "Bison".
Bison
