Chatterbox: Chirp at Cricket

Ooh, the shiny. New people and old people and people of medium age. I guess I'm old. Not really that much, but old enough.

Yeah, that's right everybody! THE QUINTUS IS IN THE HOUSE, YET AGAIN! I await your flowers at any moment. Gehehehe.

So I was REALLY busy because high school is hard, and I had some personal stuff going on that needed to be taken care of ASAP and involved abstaining from the Internet. My FP followers aren't very happy...

But, because I always return with a poem to make things right and/or weird people out, here you go, my lovelies:

Winning by losing, like sailing by sinking
And all through the while you know what they're thinking
"Cast away, cast away, cast away all
There's a time to fly and a time to fall."

From whence did it come, that oily wave?
Not dancing or tossing, but worked like a slave
It built me my castle, it built me my keep
It built me these walls and ne'er did it sleep

Until one day it left, without any warning
Disappeared into the bright cold morning
It left me my castle, it left me my keep
It left me these walls in a cold, cold heap

I saw it no more, but needed it none
All had turned right with the dawn of the Sun
It had been my companion, that watery beast
Without it next to me I was the least

The time draws nigh, the curse draws near
And all through the winter they know what you fear
"There's a time to fly and a time to fall
Cast away, cast away, forgotten doll."

DON'T ASK ME WHAT IT MEANS. I came up with it on the spot after hearing a weird conversation and a previous English assignment.

O newcomers, introduce thyselves in the dooblydoo, and DFTBA.

Garthwumpian Flopp (yep, Garth's still here too!) says idzy. He's dizzy (and dyslexic), and I'm translating.

~Quintus the Hetalia-obsessed Canadian potato who needs to shut up!