Ode to the Avatar

Blair arrives in Boulogne for a bit of holiday:

"Does Milord 'ave any bah-gazh to declare?"

"Baggage? Oh no . . . Cherie stayed home with my half-wit son and the soliciters . . . "

Good one, Miss Letty, and you put me in mind of a song:

Like Romeo and Julliette
Like Samson and Delilah
Ooooooooo . . . Fi-i-ire . . .

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you're right Letty; i wasn't around in Anthonies time, so i will have to rely on your anecdotes;

or were you refering to the Blair 'Glitch' Project? Rolling Eyes

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ha ha, bloody, ha ha, Setanta.

and Romeowed what Julie et. (groan)

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Chalk one up for Bo (she says as she maintains a calm exterior)

Now get your arse to the principal's office. Mad

Ode to the principal:

A teacher who was kicked upstairs,
And one who doesn't have a clue
About the glitches in the system
About the students in the pew.

A principal is just Peter's principle
All done up in holiday tinsel
All tied up in pretty bows
With a ring through his bovine nose.

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A thankyou note I was owed
for writing a very silly ode
About the route
Of a blackberry root
It went down for about two feet,
Digging it out was quite a feat
My wife had mention it only last week
The job of digging left me quite weak

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Will we wend our way wround words?
Adding aliteration to our Antonine antics?
Bring byzantine beauty to our blustering banality?

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heteronyms, homographs, and homonyms,
Go out in the noonday sun,
Just as mad dogs and Englishmen,
Wind and wind and run,
Project the project on the wall
And rue the day on the rue de la paix.

Preposterous, pompous, prosody. Smile

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well gosh & golly
it''s rainin' words
on my brolly
fillin' my ears
with pearls of wisdom
wondrous, worldy, wobbly words

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Another ha ha, bloody, ha ha. Love that!

If J.L.Nobody were here, I could dedicate a song to his name.

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you.

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I'm way behind the play here

but

If you try to kiss a ferret on its little wet nose
It'll take a bite out of your lip
Nothing surer
So don't try.

Or, more poetically put, said he racking his brains, which didn't take long

The ferret, the stoat, the weasel
The pine marten too, all these'll
Not make good house pets
So you deserves all you gets
If you try to give one a teasel

No you're right, I was wrong, it's not more poetically put at all.

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Ah, McTag. Should you have added haggis, it would have been brilliant.

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not the left handed haggis. nasty little creatures, like Jack Russels with fire & brimstone

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Letty wrote:

Ah, McTag. Should you have ....., it would have been brilliant.

The sad story of my life. Another opportunity squandered, another cruel reversal, another demoiselle disappointed.
Where's my service revolver?

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McTag...reversals of fortune.

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Letty: Reversal of Fortune brings Reversal of Eyesight to mind. In an earlier thread you asked what my spotted pup is holding in his mouth. Let me explain:

I could have sworn my cute pup toted Raggedy Andy
And not some plain ole Teddy Bear.
But at the time of inputting, my bifocals weren't handy
Next time I'll know better, I swear.

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he he, Raggedy, Ode to the bifocal:

Nose pressed up against the glass,
Monitor holding--will it last?
The no line thing of vanity made,
The half moon slice has stayed and stayed.
I really don't wear them, just when I'm me
And mostly just when I'm craven to see.

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Oh, before I retire, a quick word of advice
When you look at the screen, don't stare at one spot.
I know from experience cause I've done it twice
Result - no more brown eyes, just a pool of bloodshot. :wink:

G'night from the frigid East. Dropping to 20 degrees tonight and rising to 5 degrees tomorrow. I'm heading for blanket land.

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goodnight, dear Raggedy...

from mild and azure Florida

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As I listen, sitting here on the bench
To the clever repartee in French
I get the urge to come and play
By joining in to this rapid fray
But my words are too slow poke
So instead I'll tell a joke:

When DeGaulle and his wife were attending a dinner, Mrs DeGaulle was asked what she has always wished for. Her reply was, "A penis."
DeGaully leaned over and said, "My dear, I'm sure you meant 'appiness.'"

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Loved the joke, Diane.

Ode to the nun:

There's no way a nun can go bad.
There's no way that they can stay sad.
What's black and white and black and white and black and white?
A nun rolling down the Rockies and outta sight.

Should the rhythm be slightly askew,
Dear, Di. That's the best I can do.

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