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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 13:46:10 GMT -1
I am genuinely gutted that I missed this yesterday!!!
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 13:47:31 GMT -1
Would you like to play?
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 13:51:25 GMT -1
I would be happy to dearie, although that is also why the Emma Forbes poem appeared in my post party - Shippers gave me that topic. Have you a suggestion for me then?
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 13:52:42 GMT -1
Yes...could you write me a whimsical poem about the pleasures of John West Tuna and why you shouldn't dance with a can opener in your hand?
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 13:53:59 GMT -1
Yes...could you write me a whimsical poem about the pleasures of John West Tuna and why you shouldn't dance with a can opener in your hand? By all means my dear... would you care for a topic in reciprocation?
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Post by gt on Jan 10, 2007 13:54:39 GMT -1
Can I try my hand at this please, I want a good one to work on though!
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 13:56:09 GMT -1
Yes...could you write me a whimsical poem about the pleasures of John West Tuna and why you shouldn't dance with a can opener in your hand? By all means my dear... would you care for a topic in reciprocation? Yes please ;D Tom I'd like you to write a rhetorical poem about why cats can't cry.
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Post by gt on Jan 10, 2007 13:57:20 GMT -1
Ok, I'll do that tonight and post it the 'morrow
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 10, 2007 14:00:39 GMT -1
I want in!
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 14:01:21 GMT -1
would you care for a topic in reciprocation? Yes please ;D Hmmm. A topical piece on the many applications of PVC, from window-frames to gimp-masks to dresses? Shall I do mine now or take my time over it tonight? Decisions, decisions...
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:02:03 GMT -1
It'll cost you a rendition of "Trapped in my Flat", Lucky! ;D
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 10, 2007 14:17:32 GMT -1
It'll cost you a rendition of "Trapped in my Flat", Lucky! ;D *best barotone voice* I haven't left my flat over three months, since the council erected an iron door, an easy mistake for the council to make, but the grills on the windows are an eye sore. I shouted out the window, I shouted out the door, I tried to tunnel out though the kitchen floor, I pushed lighted paper though the letterbox, but no one saw cause of the iron door. Trapped in my flat, only my memories for company, trapped in my flat, hoping someone will come and rescue me. I phoned up the council there was no reply, clearly the staff there presumed I died, an easy mistake for the council to make, there was nothing they could do, but they apologised. There's nothing I can do and that's a simple fact, but sit here and wait 'til they demolish these flats, till then I'll sit in my attic space, trying to attract attention of passing planes. Trapped in my flat, only my memories for company, trapped in my flat, hoping someone will come and rescue me, hoping someone will come and rescue me.
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:21:23 GMT -1
It'll cost you a rendition of "Trapped in my Flat", Lucky! ;D *best barotone voice* I haven't left my flat over three months, since the council erected an iron door, an easy mistake for the council to make, but the grills on the windows are an eye sore. I shouted out the window, I shouted out the door, I tried to tunnel out though the kitchen floor, I pushed lighted paper though the letterbox, but no one saw cause of the iron door. Trapped in my flat, only my memories for company, trapped in my flat, hoping someone will come and rescue me. I phoned up the council there was no reply, clearly the staff there presumed I died, an easy mistake for the council to make, there was nothing they could do, but they apologised. There's nothing I can do and that's a simple fact, but sit here and wait 'til they demolish these flats, till then I'll sit in my attic space, trying to attract attention of passing planes. Trapped in my flat, only my memories for company, trapped in my flat, hoping someone will come and rescue me, hoping someone will come and rescue me. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D Right in a poem can you explain the disappearance of Henry's Cat from our screens?
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:22:10 GMT -1
You buy one, you get one free Shouts the balding man on the TV To stop the draughts and gusts You need PVC
You wonder why you can’t get free The glue you used stuck your hand to your knee It’s sticky and awkward To explain PVC
A breathless gimp you may be Your skin begins to smell like Brie It’s sticky and awkward But you love PVC
Knickers, bras and dresses to name but three It’s uses cause many hours of glee But there maybe draughts and gusts Cos you wear PVC
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:23:38 GMT -1
That's reminiscent of one Johnny Cooper Clarke, Mrs H!
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:27:26 GMT -1
That's reminiscent of one Johnny Cooper Clarke, Mrs H! Who dat?
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 14:30:00 GMT -1
You buy one, you get one free Shouts the balding man on the TV To stop the draughts and gusts You need PVC You wonder why you can’t get free The glue you used stuck your hand to your knee It’s sticky and awkward To explain PVC A breathless gimp you may be Your skin begins to smell like Brie It’s sticky and awkward But you love PVC Knickers, bras and dresses to name but three It’s uses cause many hours of glee But there maybe draughts and gusts Cos you wear PVC LOL very good Laura - and the faux operatic voice in my head singing it to a tune made me smile all the more. Unfortunately I'm too busy getting blood pressure issues arguing about road-user charging with other people, but I shall produce my minimum opus either today or by tomorrow
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 10, 2007 14:34:40 GMT -1
Johnny Cooper Clarke is this poet who writes some really weird poems, like 'I Travel in Biscuits' 'Sperm Test' 'The Menstrual Cycle (and other forms of transport)' and so forth.
Haiku
TO-CON-VEY ONE'S MOOD IN SEV-EN-TEEN SYLL-ABLE-S IS VE-RY DIF-FIC
Hire Car
double park - don't lock the door push the pedals through the floor give it loads and then some more it's a hire car baby
grip the stick - grind the gears watch that distance disappear never yours in a thousand years it's a hire car baby
hire-car, hire-car why would anybody buy a car? bang it, prang it, say ta ta it's a hire car baby
bad behaviour on the street save yourself a couple of sheets collision rate keeps it sweet it's a hire car baby
show this motor no respect bump it, dump it, call collect what else do the firm expect it's a hire car baby
drive the fucker anywhere just like you don't care put it down to wear and tear it's a hire car baby
pray the person who hired it last didn't drive it quite so fast this dakarum dodgem doesn't last it's a hire car baby
try not to kill yourself or injure anybody else don't forget to fasten your belts
rent it, dent it, bang it, prang it bump it, dump it, scorch it, torch it crash and burn it, don't return it lost deposit, let 'em earn it who cares, it's on the firm it's a hire car baby
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 10, 2007 14:39:55 GMT -1
Yey, I'm reminiscent of a weird poet. My life's ambition is complete
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 10, 2007 14:45:26 GMT -1
Yey, I'm reminiscent of a weird poet. My life's ambition is complete *hands H bouquet of flowers, as she waves to the crowd* ;D
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