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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

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** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

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Thursday, March 31, 2011

"Ring of Fire" - Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash


Johnny Cash (1932-2003)
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"Ring of Fire"




Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
And the flames went higher
And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
And the flames went higher
And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Oh, but the fire went wild.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
And the flames went higher
And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
And the flames went higher
And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.

And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire.
 

Man of the House - by Anonymous



(Click on comic strip to magnify)

Man of the House
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The husband had just finished reading a new book, 'YOU Can Be the MAN Of YOUR HOUSE'.

He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife. Pointing a finger in her face, he said sternly, "From now on, YOU need to know that I AM the MAN of this house, and my word is law! You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me, and we will have the sex that I want. After that, you are going to draw me my bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then you will massage my feet and hands. Then after that's done, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"

His wife replied, "The funeral director would be my guess."