Old maids sweeten their tea with scandal.
quote by Josh Billings
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Scandal
Words and music by queen
Scandal - now youve left me all the worlds gonna know
Scandal - theyre gonna turn our lives into a freak show
Theyll see the heart ache,theyll see the love break
Theyll hear me pleading,well say for gods sake
Over and over and over again
Scandal - now youve left me theres no healing the wounds
Hey scandal - and all the world can make us out to be fools
Here come the bad news,open the flood gates
Theyll leave us bleeding,well say you cheapskates
Over and over and over again
So let them know when they start its just a private affair
Theyll have us hung in the air and tell me what do they care
Its only a life to be twisted and broken
Theyll see the heart ache,theyll see our love break - yeah
Theyll hear me pleading,Ill say for gods sake
Over and over and over and over again
Scandal scandal
Scandal
Scandal yes youre breaking my heart again
Scandal yes youre loving on out again
Today the headlines tomorrow hard times
And no-one ever really knows the truth from the lies
And in the end the story deeper must hide
Deeper and deeper and deeper inside
Scandal scandal
Scandal scandal
song performed by by Queen
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Cycling Maids-quatrain-six worded each line
So are the changed maids too.
No more unkempt and clothed creased
But fast cycling in national costume
Chudidhar-maids like A-one professionals
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pollutions
Maids only are engaged for household.
Men take care that their wives aren’t polluted
But the very maids are polluted by them.
No safety is to wives, not to maids as well.
03.09.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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After All This- Happiness
There is a drunk boy in my bed and he smells.
I want him to leave so I can wash the sheets,
clean up,
arrange things, erase this episode
in my single hood.
Scandal, scandal, scandal, boys boys boys:
woke up this morning, no love in the bed.
You and I should meet for lunch. You can give me
advice. I sometimes feel judged. But that is from my
friends who aren't getting any.
Right now I guess I am wrapped up in the excitedness of it all.
But it is getting lonely here because most of my friends are getting
married.
One day, after all of this I will be married and happy and all that
Love, Anita.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A scandal is the fire of jealousy
A scandal of a woman spreads like fire
Consuming everyone around
And sweeps like flood immersing one and all.
Yet her husband stands aloof like the Arc
Undisturbed by the pool of suspicion.
Is the scandal false or is he blind?
09.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Has Been Proved
(tennant / lowe)
Mandys in the papers cause she tried to go to spain
Shell soon be in the dock and in the papers once again
Vickis got her story about the mirror and the cane
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
Stephens in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat, hes on his feet and to the telephone
The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the house a resignation
Guilty faces, every one
Christines fallen out with lucky
Johnnys got a gun
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Now, stephens in the dock for spending money that was earned
By christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
A hole in stephens pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
It may be false, it may be true
But nothing has been proved
In the news the suicide note
In the court an empty space
Even mandys looking worried
Christines pale and drawn
Please please mes number one
(its a scandal! its a scandal! such a scandal!)
Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess
Im guilty til proved innocent
In the public eye and press
The funerals very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be false, they may be true
Theyve all got better things to do
They may be false, they may be true
But nothing has been proved
Nothing
Nothing has been proved
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
Nothing
Oh, nothing
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Headline Hustler
I got me a job on the local paper
Everybody there thinks Im nice
But theyd better look twice
'cos it isnt me
I wanna be
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
You keep writing me letters
But I havent got time
Im busy looking at photographs
But theyd better not be from the bbc
Youre gonna hear from me
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
Better not turn around
Ill stab you in the back
And you dont know what Im hiding
Under my plastic mac, under my plastic mac
I got a very good friend in the cia
And he says that he never takes bribes
But hes telling lies
'cos hes into me
He knows I wanna be
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
If your brothers wearing dresses
And your neighbours swapped his wife
Well, Im gonna make the headlines
With your private life
With your other wife
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Merit has no merit.
No scandal ends in adultery.
No adultery traces to scandal.
Meritorious companions meet
And fall apart before they unite.
Under indenture adultery succeeds.
08.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I sweeten myself the tea with honey
I sweeten myself the tea with honey
she sits quietly in the chair looking up at me
surprised to see my hand not trembling
it is so early in the morning that
the sun is slipping into her eyes
time enough to sprawl about a little longer
then it comes out of the sea
she is no longer sitting but looks at me
she has cold hands and the wall
between us was turning out translucent
poem by Călin Hera from I sweeten myself the tea with honey (Îmi pun singur miere în ceai) (2010), translated by Dan Costinaş
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Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Scandals are hollow
Which woman had escaped scandal
When found in company of a man?
Which woman had granted herself,
By being in company a man?
Isn’t a scandal always hollow?
16.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Iraqi Free Press, which did not exist 18 months ago because there was no such thing as the Iraqi Free Press, broke a story about the U.N. Oil-for-Food scandal, which could potentially turn out to be the largest scandal in history.
quote by Chris Chocola
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A Bunch Of Triolets
You like the trifling triolet:
Well, here are three or four.
Unless your likings I forget,
You like the trifling triolet.
Against my conscience I abet
A taste which I deplore;
You like the trifling triolet:
Well, here are three or four.
Have you ever met with a pretty girl
Walking along the street,
With a nice new dress and her hair in curl?
Have you ever met with a pretty girl,
When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl
Wafted it right to your feet?
Have you ever met with a pretty girl
Walking along the street?
I ran into a lady's arms,
Turning a corner yesterday.
To my confusion, her alarms,
I ran into a lady's arms.
So close a vision of her charms
Left me without a word to say.
I ran into a lady's arms,
Turning a corner yesterday.
How many maids you love,
How many maids love you!
Your conscious blushes prove
How many maids you love.
Each trusts you like a dove,
But would she, if she knew
How many maids you love,
How many maids love you?
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Sanctify…
Indian women live in two worlds,
At a time or alternatively.
The world of erotica brought by the media.
The world of female virtue
Inculcated by the Manu’s culture.
Sex scandals surge as a result.
Each scandal has equal share
From the female partner.
The forbidden fruit tasted equally.
Sanctify the scandal, the only way.
30.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He Is Good At
Who is claiming he has changed?
He is still the same weasel.
The same creep.
Then...
He was selling a war!
Now...
He is selling a book!
He is still a thief.
He is still a crook.
And the best to have on anyone's team,
If the scheme is scandal.
And if that scandal is created,
For purposes to smokescreen.
Deception is in his blood.
He was born to deceive and hookwink!
And that...
He is good at!
And that...
Was the reason,
He had been there in the first place.
To coverup a stink unseen!
Who is claiming he has changed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Call And I Call
I call, I call: who do ye call?
The maids to catch this cowslip ball!
But since these cowslips fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and maids, take me!
Yet, if that neither you will do,
Speak but the word, and I'll take you,
poem by Robert Herrick
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Woman’s power
Lords have been refused by maids.
Have maids been refused by lords?
Withholding is woman’s power.
Approaching is man’s weakness.
14.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sneaky Peeks Out Of Windows
Can you handle scandal?
Or innuendos,
With a lifting of an eyebrow sent?
Can you handle cheeky comments made,
About who you've been seeing in discreet...
And how you like your sex done,
With 'whomever' you have had...
Prior to sneaking home to go to sleep!
Can you handle scandal?
Or innuendos,
With a lifting of an eyebrow sent?
How about someone you have yet to meet,
Paying your monthly rent?
This gossip is daily entertainment...
For those with no lives to live.
But 'know' from sneaky peeks out of windows...
Who they assume does what,
And with whom...
From notes they take and schedules they keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sing Heigh-Ho!
There sits a bird on every tree;
Sing heigh-ho!
There sits a bird on every tree,
And courts his love as I do thee;
Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
Young maids must marry.
There grows a flower on every bough;
Sing heigh-ho!
There grows a flower on every bough,
Its petals kiss-I'll show you how:
Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
Young maids must marry.
From sea to stream the salmon roam;
Sing heigh-ho!
From sea to stream the salmon roam;
Each finds a mate, and leads her home;
Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
Young maids must marry.
The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride;
Sing heigh-ho!
They court from morn till eventide:
The earth shall pass, but love abide.
Sing heigh-ho, and heigh-ho!
Young maids must marry.
Eversley, 1847.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Maid Of Bond Street
This girl is made of lipstick
Powder and paint
Sees the pictures of herself
Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of bond street
Hailing cabs, lunches with executives
Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl
Takes the train from paddington to oxford circus
Buys the daily news
But passengers dont smile at her, dont smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness
A broken heart
For the boy that she once knew
Doesnt want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl
Every thing she wants is hers
But she cant make it with the boy she really wants to be with
All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy
Jealousy
He doesnt have a limousine
Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films
Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of bond street drive round in chauffered cars
Maids of bond street picture clothes, eyes of stars
Maids of bond street shouldnt have worldly cares
Maids of bond street shouldnt have love affairs
song performed by by David Bowie
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