Tuesday, August 25, 2009


ARRAYED, p.p. Drawn up and given an orderly disposition, as a rioter hanged to a lamppost.

2009 Update: Distributed for tyranted transcendence.
"Consider the lillies and how they're arrayed
Idle, unspun and quickly bouqueted." -St. Florence of Fasterbrook


TLP said...

Arrayed: just about fried on the beach.

Karen said...

This update is a complete fabrication according to Sister Mary Martha:

"St. Florence Syndrome" - stating something as a fact when you actually don't know what you're talking about.

the amoeba said...

That TLP! Now I'm going to have to resort (see fried, above) to invoking the beatings that the Red Sox typically get in Tampa Bay.

sultatic: when it is the will of Allah for the royal person to be in a good mood.

pia said...

The poor lillies :)

Quilly Unshuttered said...

All the little kiddies all in a row!

ARRAYED p.p. any teacher can tell you, an array is the worst way to order one's students for teaching, but the best way to order them for discipline!

Jim said...

oh that tender night
arrayed to be disarrayed
dare he disappoint

Karen said...

Why Jim - you wax poetic.

cooper said...

Exactly. Good Sir. I line up my tomatoes, and slice the best one first.

Doug The Una said...

Your Irish is showing, TLP.

Karen, St. Florence being the patron of bloggers?

Amoeba, your Irish is also exposed.

Too much consideration, Pia?

Quilly, that sounds like something to go back to. Who needs this many smart brats?

Haiku, Jim? Not even Solomon in his glory wrote haikus, so far as I know.

Didn't he, though, Karen?

Hahahaha, Actonbell. I'm fixin' to.

You're a cruel mistress, Cooper. I have mostly cherry tomatoes left and pop 'em in my mouth at random. They never know when their time will come.

weirsdo said...

I'm not positive that's what Jesus had in mind, St. Florence. . . .