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The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
The wood echoed to the hoarse ringing of other saws; somewhere, very far away, a nightingale was trying out its voice, and at longer intervals a blackbird whistled as if blowing dust out of a flute. Even the engine steam rose into the sky warbling like milk boiling up on a nursery alchohol stove.
I am bell and He is sure wind, and He moves and I am rung ...
what if a much of a which of a wind
We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With
bloweth where it listeth,
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
The Gerat Bald Swamp Hedgehog of Billericay displays, in courtship, his single prickle and does impressions of Holiday Inn desk clerks. Since this means him standing motionless for enormous periods of time he is often eaten in full display by The Great Bald Swamp Hedgehog Eater.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Bill Door was impressed. Miss Flitworth could actually give the word "revenue", which had two vowels and one diphthong, all the peremptoriness of the word "scum.
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
On top of lumpy tufts of valley grass. A semitruck roared by without pause; the Camaro rocked in its wake. On the other end of the phone, his roommate Ronan Lynch replied,
Cruddy Mouthbreather
Black Wind was Asha's longship. He had not seen his sister in ten years, but that much he knew of her. Odd that she would call it that, when Robb Stark had a wolf named Grey Wind. "Stark is grey and Greyjoy's black," he murmured, smiling, "but it seems we're both windy.
Like a black pirate flag on the blue ocean of air, a hawk hung ominous; then, plummet-wise, dropped to the hedgerow, whence there rose, thin and shrill, a piteous voice of squealing. By
Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!
what wind blows you here? nit an ill wind, I hope
At Ghent the wind rose.
There was a smell of rain and a heavy drag
Of wind in the hedges but not as the wind blows
Over fresh water when the waves lag
Foaming and the willows huddle and it will rain ...
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Wind is the loving Wooer of waters; Wind blends together Billows all-foaming. Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Fortune of man, Thou art like unto wind!
Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sort of Giants are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grace as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from.
Who the rut is that Nubrevnan Windwitch? And: He should really learn how to button a shirt.
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
And now the lads and lasses, following the example of the birds, bill and coo together.
You little prick. It's a whelk ... it's a ... it's a ... dead whelk!
His little whistle sound like it lost way down a jar, and the jar in the bottom of the creek. P. 64
Uncle Monty tell
Worldfoam. I like that. It sounds fluffy.
My trumpeting sounds like a goose farting in the fog.
The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
Ill winds blow far and find a ready welcome.
As he spoke, the wind whistled through the gaps in his teeth, creating an odd musical accompaniment to his words. -- unpublished as of Jan 11 2016, but surely due to appear in one of my works eventually.
WAGs ... That's a technical term we engineers use. It means 'Wild-Assed Guess'.
The wind likes making jokes!
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
The foghorn of Boston Light moaned across the harbor, a sound Teddy had heard every night of his childhood in Hull. The loneliest sound he knew. Made you want to hold something, a person, a pillow, yourself.
Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.
Did you know Carrie White is going to the prom?"
Morty blinked. "With who? The Beak?" The Beak was Freddy Holt, another of Ewen's misfits. He weighed perhaps one hundred pounds soaking wet, and the casual observer might be tempted to believe that sixty of it was nose.
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!
Storm is hounding me like a hyena around a carcass.
Wind to a sailor is what money is to life on shore.
WindClan territory
Character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.
Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." The wolf then answered to that: "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.
You planning top kill me with a Wiffle bat?" [Carson asked]
"Yeah."
"Why?" he asked.
The bat was shaking in my tight grip. "Because I don't have my Minnie Mouse pillow.
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Never whistle for the wind unless you want it to blow,
mawage 'mah-'wahge. 1; a bwessed awangement 2; a dweam wifin a dweam - T-SHIRT
Man, if it weren't for Bill's Records and Tapes I would've been an accountant like my dad. I love my dad, but thank God for Bill's.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
Wuttaya say."
"Bill's inside," Lucille said. "Get me a drink, willya, Harry?"
"Sure.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
The rectum of Wybo Gerritszoon releases a hot fart of horror.
It was a bright, sunny morning in June when Bill first visited Jacob Kingsley. He flew in through the open window, buzzed about the room awhile, and then planted his six tiny legs along the wall opposite the bed.
Always wetweating-always wetweating!
Now from where I sit this whole thing smells like its downwind from a cow barn on a hot June day!
Count Duchamps: It's a wonder he didn't clank when he [Jim West] when he walked. (referring to all of Jim's gadgets and weaponry)
Wild Wild West (TV) Season 1
Night of the Two-Legged Buffalo
I whoop people for truckloads of cash
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
beaver drools in my underwear.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two heads. At swim, two boys.
To me, Bill's musical heart is in Earthworks, in the jazz they are playing, in the acoustic kit.
My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.
A Tribute to the Kite ...
Oh such joy what a splendor has never
been heard, of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.
It's fun being Bill Engvall.
Wafted by a favouring gale
As one sometimes is in trances,
To a height that few can scale,
Save by long and weary dances
Wuthering being a significant, provincial adjective descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather.
You pussy-whipped douche waffle.
A man of feeble character resembles a reed that bends with every gust of wind.
Fish fiddle de-dee!
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
That is a fart without wind ... in reference to when you can't back up what you say. very funny.
They use everything about the hog except the squeal.
A gust of wind went Nike across the flat landscape
I am the Great White Buffalo and I play an American-made Gibson guitar that can blow your head clean off at 100 paces.
The Stemwinders made the most bizarre ratcheting sound, like the stripping of gears combined with the metallic whine of an overstressed steel cable.
A sound waiting to be a word.
Her laugh sounds like wind chimes.
Small pitchers have wyde eares.
What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof.
He stands precociously possessed of centuries of owlish wisdom. If he ever lay in a cradle, it seems as if he must have lain there in a tail-coat.
snakelike hiss, undulating,
O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
On turf and curb and bower-roof
The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof;
It paves with pearl the garden-walk;
And lovingly around the tatter'd stalk
And snivering stem its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily-leaves.
Bill looks different without a suit. He was wearing his old graduate school T-shirt. Which was Brown. The school. Not the color. His girlfriend was wearing sandals and a nice flowered dress. She even had hair under her arms. No kidding!
The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.
The only notes that matter come in a wad
Gust of British wind tousles my hair. (Top of the morning! Oh, no, wait, that's Irish.) It's
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.