[a toys 'r' us innuendo] from sex on legs...

Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
My love?! Na, not really. You'd better get King Henry VI off this page and onto the stage where it belongs. But the good thing about blogging incognito is that I can raise and lay all the ghosts I want (and need to). Like a blue arsed fly. Just warming up.