pardon she said. why do you have to always follow me. I looked at her strangely. you are a starchild. I am following the rays of your light. We were smiling at each other. I could not believe it was true. but it was.
simone
well excuse me,, its a very polite word and is derivied from the pardon me,,gentlemanly and resourceful word that makes people feel significant just to know they exsist..regognition
ben doherty
I didn’t hear you, what did you say? I beg pardon off you for not hearing. Also used in chivalrous settings – or do I mean royal. Don’t kill me!! God knows where it comes from – doesn’t look Latin, though it was in use in the Middle Ages, surely.
Bondurant
my french.
my uneasy. unbearable. french.
but let’s be honest here….
you did…. quite possibly… deserve it.
fdot
pardon me miss, did you find your cat yet? the one with the two toned eyes and funny smile? i saw her buying tuna last weekend, funny thing. happy birthday anyway though. over the hill for you ma’am!
kira
makes me think of old english or something that my mother would say, very proper. I guess also in the dismissal of charges, noting too interesting or cosmic.
John
pardon me? what’s that? yeah, i cannot forgive. is this a song? damn, typing with one hand sucks, i had so many ideas about this word but i type too slowly. pardon me, i can’t help it. why ask for pardon?
samantha
pardon my interruption but would you happen to know whats going on with our world? all of the beauty, smashed to peices by man, economics, war. stop and realize what youre standing in. what you’re a part of. appreciate it.
Nadia
I beg your pardon…how do you beg someone’s pardon? And what is a pardon? I love the song, “I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden.” Hilarious. So back to pardon. Are you asking for forgiveness? Excuse me? How did pardon come into light? Pardon me. Excuse me. I guess. Please have mercy on me.
mel
pardom, we say it so often but do we really mean it. Do we care about people when we hurt them> do we care about people when we say bed words? the world is a bit fucked up, we kick someone’s ass and then just say pardon. Well, fuck you! Pardon.
kristijan petkoski
Pardon me, did you drop this? No? I am pretty sure it was you, as I saw you writing with it in your journal just moments ago. No? Ah, ces’t la vie.
tango
Pardon, do you really not have the manners to pass me the rest of your french fries before you finish them? I can’t believe you really have the gall to hold back on me. If I were you, I would put my head in a meat grinder for all of the inconsiderate things that I do to others. Is that understood? Next time share your fries.
go to oneword.com
Josh Cutler
“Pardon me”, said the man in the tophat. But where do you think you’re going? he said as I strolled out of the shop with my newly-purchased umbrella. From Muji, the Japanese store downtown. He looked quintessentially Victorian, and as a result out-of-touch, displaced, disoriented in 21st century Nottingham. Perhaps he was lost, and as such resorted to questioning me in this peculiar manner. “What do you mean?” I replied, confused as to what the Victorian man wanted. Was this a hoax? A hidden gameshow, where a presenter desperate for ratings would lunge out from the corner and suprise me with a microphone and a scary laugh?
Faizan Tariq Yousefzai
Well she said I don’t yhink that you can say that to the man next door, it just isn’t done is it? Perhaps she had been a little thoughtless but life is like that, isn’t it
Dave K
ppppppaaaaaarrrrrrddddddoooooonnnnnn, ala pompous pratley stuff.
Roma
Oh, pardon me said the gentleman as he almost bumped into the lady. He was tall and very distinguished in his black pinstriped suit and top hat. She was the fairest thing he had seen all day, young and spritely with blond waves of hair. Her blue eyes twinkled as she looked up and said, “certainly sir”.
Jil
Pardon me sir… it’s very rude to stick your mouth where your bread is. Bread is supposed to be on the table, not on the floor. And see, I say pardon, because “pardon” is necessary. You have to use such a subtle word… it keeps you from seemingly becoming a dumb green giant.
Dflay
Pardon me, you’re standing on my foot, ma’am. I’d find it right if you would remove it from the area in questioning immediately, if you’d be so kind. Thank you, madam.
ph3lickz
PARDON ME JACK
Please, pardon me. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I walked away. I trusted my mother, a manipulative witch, over you. And I live with that regret every day.
I want you back. I want to love & trust you again. Because when two people share something as intense as what we had–through sickness and health–a few wrinkles are nothing. What’s 25 years? I’ll love you till the day I die. You loved me when I was broken, and I’ll love you deeper than anyone.
Vintage Wendy
Wendy Levine
Would you pardon me or would you walk away? Would you pardon an old friend or turn him out? Would you pardon yourself, or continue to belittle the only thing you have?
Would you pardon the cruel world for its sharp rough ground, or would you end what life you have?
Now, will you make a decision or will I continue to write nonsense?
novaRizing
excuse me
I’m sorry
He is worth it. Pardon me.
French.
My mother.
Jacksie
me m’lady, may I have this dance, perhaps a scroll downthe beach, waiting for the sun to rise, or just have another drink and go to my room. I have a nice vine collection at home. Thank you , come again.
jakov
pardon me.
i think i broke my dad’s heart.
eva xiao
clean and clear, a forgiveness. On my knees I’m begging you. I stoop low on the cobblstones, wet with rivers of rain. My hands are clasped and I’, imploring you desperately to scoop me up and say that all is well and there is no need to grovel. My knees would be wet, and I would ask you for forgivenss for that as well. The day would be grey and cold, and from the cobblestones the wafting thick scent of rain would be drifting. I comfortable smell, forgive me, pardon me so that I may snuggle with that comfort, so that I may hold it on my tongue and make you promises I will always keep. Pardon, Pardon, Pardon. My hands squeeze themselves.
Moira
pardon me. i say it fifteen times a day. and every time i wonder if im being weird. i mean, im 22. no one says pardon me at 22. at 50 maybe. or 50 yrs ago. but not now. excuse me is the generally accepted form. but i like pardon. it seems nicer. like…hearkening back to an earlier timewhen people said “ah, pardon me…”
Janah R. Adams
Asking for an excuse. Living on death row hoping for a nice gesture from the warden. French people. Polite people.
stephaney
Pardon. To whom do i write? to whom does this may concern? You don’t know me, so why should i tell you? pardon me for my misbehaviour, for my misconception and for misjudging, but it seems to me that it was you who judged me first, so when i ask you to be pardonned, it is truly you, who must be forgiven.
Michelle G
Pardon me but it seems there is a stick up your arse.
Pardon me but I don’t think that should be the opinion you should really be taking on the matter.
Pardon me but I disagree.
Pardon me but I don’t really enjoy your company.
Pardon me but I hate you.
At least you sound polite when you say ‘Pardon me’ no matter what follows.
Khinezar
Pardon me, miss,
but exactly what are you doing?
I was in line first.
Although your coffee does look delicious.
I’d like to try what you’re having.
What is that, strawberry creamer?
Scrumptious.
Got little cinnamon flakes on the top?
M Swanson
pardon me, m’am, but is that your boyfriend over there?
I looked over my shoulder, indeed, it was MY Peter. My loyal, lovely Peter was home. He was adorable as ever, and I could tell just from looking at that face that I had slowly memorized over the past five years that he was mine…but how did that man know?
Ana Lopez
pardon me sir but may i have some of your soup? i am just oh so hungry and my mother doesn’t feed me. she tells me i am too big but i am a boy. shouldn’t i be eating more and more everyday because I am growing? Growing up to be a man like my father, not like my mother. A person who tells me what to do and how much to eat. But I’m a man I should eat a lot! Right sir? Am i right? I think that my mother would hate me if she read this but if i grow up to be a man I can beat her up.
silly
“Pardon me.” said the waitress, “do I know you from somewhere?. The man with purple coat turned and smiled: “yes dear, you know me.”, then shot the waitress with a revolver he was holding under the table.
yagiz ipek
Sometimes I feel like you don’t want me around. Pardon me, I am feeling down. No I am not. No I am not. No I am not. NO. I. AM. NOT.
SIKY
i want my parents to pardon me.
and i want him to beg for my pardon. and i want her too. she destroys me and not even fell guilty. die, bitch ! karma will find you.
jelii
When I think of pardon, I get a little angry. A pardon is undeserved, it is something given based off of red tape and slimy lawyers. Murderers are pardoned, as are rapists. the kind give forgiveness and move on. A pardon is for the weak.
Andrew Meare
excuse me
ariell
Pardon me you gayboy I am a man and I live in a house. I proper need you to move out my weay because I stink and need a shower so if you wouldn’t mind moving that would be absolutely fabulous. Why aren’t you moving? You need a lawyer? What for? Please, just pardon me, I am a poor man and I have a wife and dead children who died in the war because they send children there these days.
Tazimaeus Papini
I beg you pardon. It’s an expression I’d use if i meant something, but didn’t want to admit it, or rather, I’d admit, but want to mean it. I beg your pardon, is like asking the other person in a kind way, what the fuck did you just say?
Percy Cicilia
me, i wasnt paying attention
shannan
excuse me, but did you see that lady over there? i think she just put something into the drain pipe? that isn’t good? that isn’t good at all. well, hey, where are you going? i think someone should go look at it. i mean, she looked like she put something in the drain pipe and well, it might be dangerous.
pardon she said. why do you have to always follow me. I looked at her strangely. you are a starchild. I am following the rays of your light. We were smiling at each other. I could not believe it was true. but it was.
well excuse me,, its a very polite word and is derivied from the pardon me,,gentlemanly and resourceful word that makes people feel significant just to know they exsist..regognition
I didn’t hear you, what did you say? I beg pardon off you for not hearing. Also used in chivalrous settings – or do I mean royal. Don’t kill me!! God knows where it comes from – doesn’t look Latin, though it was in use in the Middle Ages, surely.
my french.
my uneasy. unbearable. french.
but let’s be honest here….
you did…. quite possibly… deserve it.
pardon me miss, did you find your cat yet? the one with the two toned eyes and funny smile? i saw her buying tuna last weekend, funny thing. happy birthday anyway though. over the hill for you ma’am!
makes me think of old english or something that my mother would say, very proper. I guess also in the dismissal of charges, noting too interesting or cosmic.
pardon me? what’s that? yeah, i cannot forgive. is this a song? damn, typing with one hand sucks, i had so many ideas about this word but i type too slowly. pardon me, i can’t help it. why ask for pardon?
pardon my interruption but would you happen to know whats going on with our world? all of the beauty, smashed to peices by man, economics, war. stop and realize what youre standing in. what you’re a part of. appreciate it.
I beg your pardon…how do you beg someone’s pardon? And what is a pardon? I love the song, “I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden.” Hilarious. So back to pardon. Are you asking for forgiveness? Excuse me? How did pardon come into light? Pardon me. Excuse me. I guess. Please have mercy on me.
pardom, we say it so often but do we really mean it. Do we care about people when we hurt them> do we care about people when we say bed words? the world is a bit fucked up, we kick someone’s ass and then just say pardon. Well, fuck you! Pardon.
Pardon me, did you drop this? No? I am pretty sure it was you, as I saw you writing with it in your journal just moments ago. No? Ah, ces’t la vie.
Pardon, do you really not have the manners to pass me the rest of your french fries before you finish them? I can’t believe you really have the gall to hold back on me. If I were you, I would put my head in a meat grinder for all of the inconsiderate things that I do to others. Is that understood? Next time share your fries.
go to oneword.com
“Pardon me”, said the man in the tophat. But where do you think you’re going? he said as I strolled out of the shop with my newly-purchased umbrella. From Muji, the Japanese store downtown. He looked quintessentially Victorian, and as a result out-of-touch, displaced, disoriented in 21st century Nottingham. Perhaps he was lost, and as such resorted to questioning me in this peculiar manner. “What do you mean?” I replied, confused as to what the Victorian man wanted. Was this a hoax? A hidden gameshow, where a presenter desperate for ratings would lunge out from the corner and suprise me with a microphone and a scary laugh?
Well she said I don’t yhink that you can say that to the man next door, it just isn’t done is it? Perhaps she had been a little thoughtless but life is like that, isn’t it
ppppppaaaaaarrrrrrddddddoooooonnnnnn, ala pompous pratley stuff.
Oh, pardon me said the gentleman as he almost bumped into the lady. He was tall and very distinguished in his black pinstriped suit and top hat. She was the fairest thing he had seen all day, young and spritely with blond waves of hair. Her blue eyes twinkled as she looked up and said, “certainly sir”.
Pardon me sir… it’s very rude to stick your mouth where your bread is. Bread is supposed to be on the table, not on the floor. And see, I say pardon, because “pardon” is necessary. You have to use such a subtle word… it keeps you from seemingly becoming a dumb green giant.
Pardon me, you’re standing on my foot, ma’am. I’d find it right if you would remove it from the area in questioning immediately, if you’d be so kind. Thank you, madam.
PARDON ME JACK
Please, pardon me. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I walked away. I trusted my mother, a manipulative witch, over you. And I live with that regret every day.
I want you back. I want to love & trust you again. Because when two people share something as intense as what we had–through sickness and health–a few wrinkles are nothing. What’s 25 years? I’ll love you till the day I die. You loved me when I was broken, and I’ll love you deeper than anyone.
Vintage Wendy
Would you pardon me or would you walk away? Would you pardon an old friend or turn him out? Would you pardon yourself, or continue to belittle the only thing you have?
Would you pardon the cruel world for its sharp rough ground, or would you end what life you have?
Now, will you make a decision or will I continue to write nonsense?
excuse me
I’m sorry
He is worth it. Pardon me.
French.
My mother.
me m’lady, may I have this dance, perhaps a scroll downthe beach, waiting for the sun to rise, or just have another drink and go to my room. I have a nice vine collection at home. Thank you , come again.
pardon me.
i think i broke my dad’s heart.
clean and clear, a forgiveness. On my knees I’m begging you. I stoop low on the cobblstones, wet with rivers of rain. My hands are clasped and I’, imploring you desperately to scoop me up and say that all is well and there is no need to grovel. My knees would be wet, and I would ask you for forgivenss for that as well. The day would be grey and cold, and from the cobblestones the wafting thick scent of rain would be drifting. I comfortable smell, forgive me, pardon me so that I may snuggle with that comfort, so that I may hold it on my tongue and make you promises I will always keep. Pardon, Pardon, Pardon. My hands squeeze themselves.
pardon me. i say it fifteen times a day. and every time i wonder if im being weird. i mean, im 22. no one says pardon me at 22. at 50 maybe. or 50 yrs ago. but not now. excuse me is the generally accepted form. but i like pardon. it seems nicer. like…hearkening back to an earlier timewhen people said “ah, pardon me…”
Asking for an excuse. Living on death row hoping for a nice gesture from the warden. French people. Polite people.
Pardon. To whom do i write? to whom does this may concern? You don’t know me, so why should i tell you? pardon me for my misbehaviour, for my misconception and for misjudging, but it seems to me that it was you who judged me first, so when i ask you to be pardonned, it is truly you, who must be forgiven.
Pardon me but it seems there is a stick up your arse.
Pardon me but I don’t think that should be the opinion you should really be taking on the matter.
Pardon me but I disagree.
Pardon me but I don’t really enjoy your company.
Pardon me but I hate you.
At least you sound polite when you say ‘Pardon me’ no matter what follows.
Pardon me, miss,
but exactly what are you doing?
I was in line first.
Although your coffee does look delicious.
I’d like to try what you’re having.
What is that, strawberry creamer?
Scrumptious.
Got little cinnamon flakes on the top?
pardon me, m’am, but is that your boyfriend over there?
I looked over my shoulder, indeed, it was MY Peter. My loyal, lovely Peter was home. He was adorable as ever, and I could tell just from looking at that face that I had slowly memorized over the past five years that he was mine…but how did that man know?
pardon me sir but may i have some of your soup? i am just oh so hungry and my mother doesn’t feed me. she tells me i am too big but i am a boy. shouldn’t i be eating more and more everyday because I am growing? Growing up to be a man like my father, not like my mother. A person who tells me what to do and how much to eat. But I’m a man I should eat a lot! Right sir? Am i right? I think that my mother would hate me if she read this but if i grow up to be a man I can beat her up.
“Pardon me.” said the waitress, “do I know you from somewhere?. The man with purple coat turned and smiled: “yes dear, you know me.”, then shot the waitress with a revolver he was holding under the table.
Sometimes I feel like you don’t want me around. Pardon me, I am feeling down. No I am not. No I am not. No I am not. NO. I. AM. NOT.
i want my parents to pardon me.
and i want him to beg for my pardon. and i want her too. she destroys me and not even fell guilty. die, bitch ! karma will find you.
When I think of pardon, I get a little angry. A pardon is undeserved, it is something given based off of red tape and slimy lawyers. Murderers are pardoned, as are rapists. the kind give forgiveness and move on. A pardon is for the weak.
excuse me
Pardon me you gayboy I am a man and I live in a house. I proper need you to move out my weay because I stink and need a shower so if you wouldn’t mind moving that would be absolutely fabulous. Why aren’t you moving? You need a lawyer? What for? Please, just pardon me, I am a poor man and I have a wife and dead children who died in the war because they send children there these days.
I beg you pardon. It’s an expression I’d use if i meant something, but didn’t want to admit it, or rather, I’d admit, but want to mean it. I beg your pardon, is like asking the other person in a kind way, what the fuck did you just say?
me, i wasnt paying attention
excuse me, but did you see that lady over there? i think she just put something into the drain pipe? that isn’t good? that isn’t good at all. well, hey, where are you going? i think someone should go look at it. i mean, she looked like she put something in the drain pipe and well, it might be dangerous.