Amergin (15 June 1:22 pm) - Huh? Bobby Zimmerman (aka God) sometimes pseudo-intellectual? Why, Perish the thought!

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or sad eyed lady, should I wait?

Now I ask you: what metaphor & simile could be more intellectual that that? / Hmmph?? Oh. / Nevermind. :)

Mac Tattie (15 June 12:57 pm)- LOL!!

The very first time that I rolled in beside her
Her bones were as sharp as the teeth of a saw
And her skin was as cold as a frog on the mountain
And not a sound tooth in her whole underjaw.

--Spoken by Liam Clancy on some album or other; intellectual author unknown (to me)