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Trying out for Emperor
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Smarts PhD / Post Doctoral
Do you want children? Prefer Not To Say
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About Me
Twas Tea-Time at the Circus, though some might not agree
As jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly
But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke
And though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke
ME:
I'm not a Conquistador nor am I looking for sixteen vestal virgins
--they long since left for the coast.
I'm employed as a historian over four years at my current DC post
Though I've taught Im not a preacher, and I aim to stay that way
I write; some of my books can be found on Amazon if not ebay
YOU:
You're not a whiter shade of pale.
Nor do I expect you my private dancer to be
Women who impersonate Oolong and Jasmine will fail
Still, your familiar with and drink such tea
Teas "thin" and "chunky" from which you shrink.**
When with me the tea you drink
You won't insist on calling me Darjeeling.
Even if you've got that feeling.
You may or may not be "chesty"
but your tea most definately is not.
Earl Grey is fine
but to provide "grey" tea you will not plot.
"Wild"* tea you neither are nor drink.
Your willing to drink Green Tea once or twice.
If you don't like it
chatting till it ripens will suffice.
First Date
Sounds like POF but as for me
I'm just seeking someone to share dinner & pot of tea.
and chat till the wee small hours of a six pence
I hope this makes a little sense.
But I've got to say I'm interested in conversation over dinner & tea,
not checking emails for another message just to see.
Your not a skeptic at the feast of ashes
I'm not a huntsman at the voyeurs ball
We won't be seeking fate in neon captions
Just chatting eating and drinking tea is all.
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| DonkeyPimp | Ladies, this man is a secret agent. Of course, he won't tell you that, the only reason you found out is because I am his arch-nemesis. Whatever you do, don't tell him the password. At least not on the first date.
And not only is he a secret agent, I happen to have it on very good authority that he is actually a known, confirmed beard-forger! It turns out that green is NOT his real beard color! You really have to be carefull around this one because some of these secret agent types can really be very deceptive.
And not only does he die his beard green on St Patty's day, he also does it for one of those silly holidays in October - Oktoberfest or something. It adds color to the Bavarian costume. Either that or camoflauge, whichever the situation calls for - really scares the crap outta those cuckoo clocks - those birds can see far more of the color spectrum than you or I, so I suppose he's taunting them by writing some sort of secret messages in his beard - something like "Don't mess with me or I'll give you termites". But I've been known to exagerate a bit here or there, so you should probably contact him for yourself to find out where he's been all your life. |
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