You have insulted me to the core...and I was told you were a gentleman...
There, there.. my haunter of the hammocks dry your eyes, blow your nose and take a sippers of your Captn's grog. You must understand my woodland nymph Monsieur habs has his problems which tend to make him bitter.. He is living in a land of Canookie girls and huskies who are a picky lot. South of the border Hab's prospects, with his smattering of French, may improve although not by much I warrant.
In fact I have one of hab's emails addressed to members of a lonely-hearts club in Winnipeg - he lucked out in Toronto. I believe I am doing him a favor by posting it on FR where, during a dry spell, a goodly number of Mademoiselles tend to gather.
To whom it may concern:
Oh, is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest
Subordinate to sense of duty?
Who would not give up willingly
All matrimonial ambition,
To rescue such a one as I
From his unfortunate position?
Oh, is there not one maiden here
Whose homely face and bad complexion
Have caused all hope to disappear
Of ever winning man's affection?
Of such a one, if such there be,
I swear by Heaven's arch above you,
If you will cast your eyes on me,
However plain you be, I'll love you.
However plain you be,
If you will cast your eyes on me,
However plain you be I'll love you,
I'll love you, I'll love, I'll love you!
From your Pirate of Penzance