You didn't know I was a woman?
YOu mean you thought I was really a TV?
????!!!!!!????**@@@???!!!!
Don't pull your punches McTag - I'm a scrapper!
And this IS a duel!!!!
Huggs anyway!
The liberal use of emoticons
And all that it implies
The cheesy one, if that you like
Finds favour in my eyes
Greek Chorus?..could be. Conscience... or?
The comic strip balloon?
I'll look for demonstration
In your next one, coming soon
Godstruth she's back
Away the cards - or get a whack
This doggy poet no Byron she
But armour cladded tyranny
(emoticon deleted in interests of good taste)
Aye Knave Steve, I've caught thee snapping
Upon the baize, sharping, crapping
Tossing the Die I'd warrant true
And thou McTag - at it too?
Oh Ye pair of bewigged Brats
Ye'll pay for this with bricks and bats!
The Grate Scaled Dragon in the Skye
Who's breath stinkes mighty foule forbye
(Ask Chance victims of disaster
Muffled up in Castes of Plaster
Of the Race they call Chinee:
'Animal crackers' their Astrologie
Each Yeare they name for a Creature
Tygers, Rams, Dogges all feature
Fortune's cookies they oft partake
To evade the coyles of Fate's Snake
While believeth We, outrageous Fortune
Be Godde's Wrath on inopportune
Carry-on, Messing, Antick Capers
Jests, Jokes and suche like Japers
Aye, He'll singe ye're tassles for a groat
Reprobates and Gamers both!
Whiskey, Beer, Rum and Hooch
And none at all for this here Pooch?
Dragon's breath be on yer Neckes
Ye pair of hulking greeny...
Shreks!!!
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)
Which implies....that SOME of us here do not?
I find your insights......
impressive.
I've had a little bit to drink
It colours what and how I think
But thou clankin armor doggy bitch
Dare not ye duel on this my pitch.
(emoticon inserted for no particular reason)
Alors! My God! and Bugger me!
What's this on my sweet thread I see?
A war you think to make herein?
Is murder not a deadly sin?
Is not the aim of Mars's dart
To still the beat of other's heart?
And thus, when martial verses vie,
It brings a tear to Bunny eye.
But, since on violence you are bent,
I'll set up here a Bunny tent...
Stand forth, you varlets, raise your pens.
I'll scatter you like squawking hens!
And now we do cry 'havoc' indeed
And go we hence with all due speed.
For there will be done great harm or
Summat similar when Deb dons her armour.
(I couldn't help that lame dangling rhyme;
The debbil makes me do it all the time.
And since this is ,mainly, a British fray
I spelled 'armor' the British way.)
I'll now go and seek out a bunker
Where in some safety I may hunker.
Ah, greetings, friends, Australian and American
What I know about war, you could put in a jerrycan
A pot so small, it's too small to piss in
Help peace break out, that is my mission
A Bunny Wabbit on this site
I cannot believe I find tonight
Elsewhere was I too molested
With wabbit burblings mighty tested
A Scanda wabbit - Norwegian I think
Whose broken English made me blink
Not once, not twice, but times so often
I wondered if my brain would soften
With the effort of comprehension
And the strain of mental tension
Though I chased her off the board
She made off with a mighty hoard
Of Easter eggs, and bun-buns too
And left me with none at all....
boo hoo.
McTag, thou sayest 'tis thy mission
To avoid the nuclear fission
That threatens to ignite this thread
From its prostrate, nearly dead
Condition? I'd say misspent
Thy efforts, though a gent
Thou dost appear
Ever thou in good cheer
Unlike Stevie-poos: aye, I'll paste
That one wot 'as no taste
All over the Board, and mayhaps the Net
Watch ye this space: I'll bate him yet!
And Merry Andrew, what fearest thou
From the Bunny Wabbit enow?
Stand up! Thou pusilanimous
(A view I'd say be unanimous)
Knave! Art content
Hide 'hind a Wabbit's tent?
Call thyself Solder, Knighte, Derring -Doer?
Why, no Tarte, Moll, sometime Hoor
Would do Commerce with suche as Thee:
Art but fresh from the Nurserie?
Don thy Armour, sally forthe
Show thy Mettle and thy Worthe
Prove thou canst, as do I well:
Abuse Langwidge & muche Misspell!
On the subject of the Greek Chorus:
They should chortle. Oh, and jump up and down: that's crucial. And, of course, they should make demented noises....
like the squeakings of baby fruit-bats?
Just a thought.
Among a few.
Dear God, a veritable torrent
A tell-tale sign of youth miss-spent
Reading Shakespeare and suchlike stuff
And playing games like Call My Bluff
The thread proceeds by fits and starts
While I most often sits and farts
(Sorry, I can resist most things
Except the fun temptation brings)
Dear Doggerel, don't you worry none
About our Steve, that sonofagun
He's a real nice chap and a friend of mine
And I know you're going to get on fine
Gosh this is turning into a rap
Must stop off now, or I'll write more crap
Ain't never read no Bard
'Cept at skool - war too hard
He done made me skitter
'N' mah friends cough 'n' jitter
Back o' class, whin Ma'am warn't lookin'
N' didn't know what war cookin'
We waz lookin' at zines 'n' comics
Chewin' gum 'n' playin' frolics
Guess this means Ah ain't so smart
But doan yew think Ah ain't got no heart
Ah iz thick but Ah ain't dense
'N' jes a-coz Ah doan make sense
Doan mean nuthin's b'tween mah ears
Jes means Ah'm stuck b'tween two gears...
AGIN, Gawd dang it.
Spellcheck was APPALLED at the above....
the prissy thing.
I too can resist most things*....
but textation.
*I lie!
<whisper>
I find here this e'en
Little stirring: no life herein
Not in manner, nor in mien
Upon the thread....
Is't fin?
(Patters out quietly trying to stop armour from clanking, lest the sleeping shreks be woken from their beery slumber.....)
Clanking noises woke me up
Hand me down another cup
Who the hell made all that din?
Bring him here, I'll do him in!
Boozy shreks deserve their nap
Helps prevent a bad mishap
Doze whil driving; crash boom bang
Oh God not another prang
Plenty sleep is what I need
Wake me up when it's time to feed.
