Madame Ovary

[smokingboot]

Dream the night before last, of a sheep, a ewe I almost called Madame Bovary. But that doesn't work does it? Bovine = cow, ovine = sheep. She would need to be called Madame Ovary and that's a bit unfortunate. The sheep looked perfectly happy. I think she was wearing a big bow as a collar, so possibly Madame Bowvery.

My subconscious is clearly telling me to give it a rest.

Comments

[bleodswean]

This needs to be reformatted as a poem. NOW!

[smokingboot]

Oh no! I have no brain left... I can't, I can't...

Wait, no! But yes! Here goes my keyboard...

My nocturnal babbles ovarian
came not from a Lady Bovarian
But from noodles and gin
And a head full of sin
tied up with an undead Bavarian ;-)

[bleodswean]

EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! You crack me up!

[smokingboot]

Glad to hear it!

[flemmings]

I love your dream sheep! Also, the viisual puns of the unconscious are the best ones.

[smokingboot]

She's not only a wonderful happy sheep, she's also the first one who ever turned up in my dreams!