Duelling doggerel!

Doggerel upon unseasonably cold weather in Adelaide


It's so ******* cold, that I feel like a penguin,
My arse is half froz, and I'm not very sanguine,
For though I love Winter and rain and hail and mist
It's s'posed to be Spring, yet we're all still frost-kiss'd!

And, speaking of penguins in their dear little tuxes,
Is the weather so weird that they're all saying fuckses?
Is it so hot it's melting in the deep south below?
Are they all using sunblock and praying for snow?

Or is there a sweet softness 'neath their dear little feet,
As they balance their eggses and trudge through the sleet?
And are they now exclaiming "Oh my dear, just feel this!
For the snow feels quite warm, on my feet it is bliss!

I can feel my dear Maisie, she is hurrying back,
With a crop full of mack'rel, for our baby a snack,
But the ice is a-melting, she has not far to go
And I'll soon be a-feeding 'yond the furthest ice-floe!"

Well, the weather is weird and the weather is scary
It's floods, drought, dust or wind, or it's SOMETHING quite lairy,
And dear old Mother Earth, well she smiles and sits back,
"You forgot all about me, so I'm dealing a smack."

Dear Aussies, we sympathise with your situation
The weather is peachy regarding this nation
Though we've had our share of the wind and the floods
That blows off our toupees and soaks through our duds
I hope you will warm up, as soon as can be
And then you can take your boards down to the sea
Or barbecue billabongs and kangaroo steaks
And wear hats with corks, and like fashion mistakes
It'll soon be as hot as the red hobs of hell
Then you'll yearn for the cold that you slag off so well
Up here we endure, at the risk of some tedium
Sun, drizzle, then rain, in a climate that's medium

Doggerel genius, Deb & McTag!

(If only I had your gift!)

Genius my foot, Msolga!!!

Doggerel genius, I said Bunny Pants!

[bm]

Been so long I think I forgot how
Oh, yeah, I remember now
But the furniture is rearranged
And colors have changed

Forgive me for my rusty doggerel
There is a lot to tell
But so little time to play
Just thought I'd drop in today

Good to see my favorite duelling
Is still active; no fooling
Cheerios to everyone here
Raising glass of wine (I know "beer" would have rhymed, but I like my wine)

DROLLING FOR SMILES


'Reflexologist'

I said, "Okay, if you insist,
I know I have to pay,
but tell me why do you persist
....in rubbing me the wrong way?"


J-LO:

she walks in booty like the night


we were so addled,
that they called us adolescents
--thinking with our little heads
wanking nightly in our beds


Boy meets guile:

I've been gulled and I've been buoyed
by some who thrilled, and some who toyed