These feelings are... well... grand... Such an old-fashion word... To use such a word in todays 'modern' poetry... Why... the very...

Sitting at the dinner-breakfast table he would cluck and mutter whenever the story of the minute was flying about. Four grandies from 7 to 12 would all chatter at once while the mum fluffed and flittered from the galled kitchen to the table. Her mother always tried to help but was usually bustled out of a kitchen that only help one person at a time. Her grey hair all tightly curled with usually a bobby holding the curliest lock in place. Always smiled, always looked content w

‘The evening was grand’, my Grandmother announced. ‘There were ground people here, the venue is grand and the food is grand and so are the drinks’, which she downed with grace but in abundance. She liked to think of herself as the Grand Dame of the family, but in reality she was a nasty old Crone. She was never happy unless she had organised whatever it was she was talking about, like this event. She had bossed and bullied everyone concerned so she got her way. It was the 100

‘That’s grand’ says Jon.   ‘What’s grand?’ asks Lucy.   ‘It’s grand that it’s school holidays.’ – Jon   ‘Why?’ – Lucy   ‘’Cause I can go...

Grand, Grand, Grand Grand piano, grand rounds, Grand prix, Lost in the grandstands Lost Forlorn For instance For sooth (as in...

Why is a grand grand? It’s a grand night for singing. The moon is riding high... Such an old-fashioned term. It’s grand became it’s cool…...

-        Fish can’t feel depression but what is the harm in thinking they do. -        Perhaps they are just undiagnosed. -        Could...

‘We don’t know anything about this girl. You can’t just go and marry her.’   ‘But Mum she’s a princess.’   ‘So she says.’   ‘Look, the Pintocratic Kingdom is right here. Here’s a picture of her.’   ‘Hm.’   Her Majesty gazes down her nose at the Wikipedia page. ‘We’ll test that.’   The next morning, the Queen greets the stranger whom her son had brought in out of a storm, and who claimed to be royalty from the Kingdom of Pinto.   ‘How did you sleep?’   ‘Oh, terribly. The silk