oscar_wilde
gja
Oh
Oscar
,
how
is
it
that
you
have
not
been
blathed
here
before
?
Oh
goodness
,
oh
me
?
Could
it
be
that
these
lovers
of
words
fell
wobbly
on
knees
before
you
?
Were
they
unfit
to
lace
you
patent
leather
broges?
Was
it
the
stippled
oak
desk
?
Was
it
the
striped
wall
paper
?
Was
it
fear
of
you
cranky
mother
?
My
goodness
,
why
me
?
A
question
perhaps
,
a
double
, nay treble
entendre
?
You
spitefull
lover
,
you
boundless
lying
fiend
.
You
comforter
.
You
first
resort.
You
quotable,
gorgeous
wordsmith
.
What
would
you
make
of
this
world
we
live
in
?
080201
...
Knows What Wilde Would Write
He
would
say
, "
Fiddle
sticks!"
and
eat
a
cucumber
sandwich
.
080201
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from