Thread: Memorial Day Menu

Bob Terwilliger said...

> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>
> IN FLANDERS FIELDS


Bob,

That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!

Best,

Andy
--
Eat first, talk later.

"Andy" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:[email protected]..
> Bob Terwilliger said...
>
>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>
> Bob,
>
> That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
>
> Best,
>
> Andy
> --
> Eat first, talk later.



And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!

Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

"Bigbazza" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> "Andy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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>> Bob Terwilliger said...
>>
>>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>>
>>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>>
>> Bob,
>>
>> That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
>>
>> Best,
>>
>> Andy
>> --
>> Eat first, talk later.
>
>
>
> And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!
> Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

In Andy's ****ed up brain. He's related to Jerry Sauk, you know.

On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
<virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:

>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>
>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>In Flanders fields the poppies blow
>Between the crosses, row on row,
>That mark our place; and in the sky
>The larks, still bravely singing, fly
>Scarce heard amid the guns below.
>
>We are the dead. Short days ago
>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
>Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
>In Flanders fields.
>
>Take up our quarrel with the foe:
>To you from failing hands we throw
>The torch; be yours to hold it high.
>If ye break faith with us who die
>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
>In Flanders fields.
>
>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>
>Bob

Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.

said...

> On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:
>
>>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>>In Flanders fields the poppies blow
>>Between the crosses, row on row,
>>That mark our place; and in the sky
>>The larks, still bravely singing, fly
>>Scarce heard amid the guns below.
>>
>>We are the dead. Short days ago
>>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
>>Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
>>In Flanders fields.
>>
>>Take up our quarrel with the foe:
>>To you from failing hands we throw
>>The torch; be yours to hold it high.
>>If ye break faith with us who die
>>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
>>In Flanders fields.
>>
>>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>>
>>Bob
>
> Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
> see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.


I incorrectly pictured hunters shooting at the birds from the first stanza.

Andy
--
Eat first, talk later.

On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
<virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:

>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>
>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>In Flanders fields the poppies blow
>Between the crosses, row on row,
>That mark our place; and in the sky
>The larks, still bravely singing, fly
>Scarce heard amid the guns below.
>
>We are the dead. Short days ago
>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
>Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
>In Flanders fields.
>
>Take up our quarrel with the foe:
>To you from failing hands we throw
>The torch; be yours to hold it high.
>If ye break faith with us who die
>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
>In Flanders fields.
>
>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)

They shall not grow old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.
- Laurence Binyon

--
mad

Mack A. Damia wrote:
> On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> <virtualgoth@die_spammer.biz> wrote:
>
>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>> In Flanders fields the poppies blow
>> Between the crosses, row on row,
>> That mark our place; and in the sky
>> The larks, still bravely singing, fly
>> Scarce heard amid the guns below.
>>
>> We are the dead. Short days ago
>> We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
>> Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
>> In Flanders fields.
>>
>> Take up our quarrel with the foe:
>> To you from failing hands we throw
>> The torch; be yours to hold it high.
>> If ye break faith with us who die
>> We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
>> In Flanders fields.
>>
>> Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>
> They shall not grow old,
> as we that are left grow old:
> Age shall not weary them,
> nor the years condemn.
> At the going down of the sun
> and in the morning
> We will remember them.
> - Laurence Binyon
>

That was beautiful. Made me think about my Mom who I am deeply missing
this and every Mothers' Day.

Thanks.

--
Janet Wilder
Way-the-heck-south Texas
Spelling doesn't count. Cooking does.