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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 14:43:40 GMT -1
Very sweet H. See! Shippers didn't praise me either! You all hate me! O exalted one we adore thy massive head that doth contain the vocabularly of Stephen Fry and philosphy of Jonathan Miller. But please release them from thine entombed brain because the BBC needs them back for future documentaries. Bravo, huzzah and muzzletoff.
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 14:45:23 GMT -1
O exalted one we adore thy massive head that doth contain the vocabularly of Stephen Fry and philosphy of Jonathan Miller. But please release them from thine entombed brain because the BBC needs them back for future documentaries. Bravo, huzzah and muzzletoff. ;D *feels slightly foolish though!*
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 14:47:01 GMT -1
O exalted one we adore thy massive head that doth contain the vocabularly of Stephen Fry and philosphy of Jonathan Miller. But please release them from thine entombed brain because the BBC needs them back for future documentaries. Bravo, huzzah and muzzletoff. ;D *feels slightly foolish though!* You always do this Jules. Moan that you're ignored and snubbed but when it's been rectified but get all coy and humble. You're worse than a woman lol ;D
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Post by Neko Bazu on Jan 11, 2007 14:48:38 GMT -1
She's got you there!
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 14:50:47 GMT -1
You always do this Jules. Moan that you're ignored and snubbed but when it's been rectified but get all coy and humble. You're worse than a woman lol ;D Hence the mild embarassment caused by your recent reference to Toad of Toad Hall... at my worst I have similar tendencies lol! I insist that I'm not. If I was I could get away with it!
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Post by gt on Jan 11, 2007 14:57:02 GMT -1
I’d really like to read a poem about a cockleshell on Blackpool beach capable of intelligent thought that yearns to spend it’s days on a tropical island, if only it could find a way to get there Can anyone help?
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 15:01:39 GMT -1
I'd really like to help... but that's a lot to ask... Maybe if I have a little think, and don't answer in rap...
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 11, 2007 15:02:01 GMT -1
I’d really like to read a poem about a cockleshell on Blackpool beach capable of intelligent thought that yearns to spend it’s days on a tropical island, if only it could find a way to get there Can anyone help? I am a cockleshell on Blackpool beach And I think that I'm smart I know philsophy and languages I can even appreciate art But something gnaws away inside me I feel so weatherworn and cold I'd love to spend my days on a tropical beach If I could be so bold I'd love to meet a genie or a magician Who could make my wish come true But unless I get flown to Barbados Well, let's face it, I'm screwed
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 15:02:14 GMT -1
I'll also give it a try
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Post by gt on Jan 11, 2007 15:03:42 GMT -1
I’d really like to read a poem about a cockleshell on Blackpool beach capable of intelligent thought that yearns to spend it’s days on a tropical island, if only it could find a way to get there Can anyone help? I am a cockleshell on Blackpool beach And I think that I'm smart I know philsophy and languages I can even appreciate art But something gnaws away inside me I feel so weatherworn and cold I'd love to spend my days on a tropical beach If I could be so bold I'd love to meet a genie or a magician Who could make my wish come true But unless I get flown to Barbados Well, let's face it, I'm screwed HA HA HA, I can’t get the grin off my face now Nick ;D Exalted mate Looking forward to hearing one from Jules and Mrs H too
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 11, 2007 15:06:03 GMT -1
thank you. i'm getting ever closer to the title of poet laureate
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 15:22:45 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy.
Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay
He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell
If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl.
But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell
He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart?
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 11, 2007 15:24:23 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy. Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl. But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart? like it and it sounds like it could be the first in a series of adventures "the little cockleshell that dared to dream"
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 15:26:24 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy. Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl. But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart? like it and it sounds like it could be the first in a series of adventures "the little cockleshell that dared to dream" The second one he has to overcome the Nazi's to get into Switzerland!
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 11, 2007 15:27:24 GMT -1
like it and it sounds like it could be the first in a series of adventures "the little cockleshell that dared to dream" The second one he has to overcome the Nazi's to get into Switzerland! and then fight the yeti??
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 15:27:32 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy. Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl. But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart? That's lovely Laura. But did you mean Nietzsche? I'll get me coat. Ok, I'll just go... Mine will come tomorrow.
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Post by The Lucky C on Jan 11, 2007 15:28:25 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy. Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl. But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart? That's lovely Laura. But did you mean Nietzsche? I'll get me coat. Ok, I'll just go... Mine will come tomorrow. i was trying to remember how to spell it as well. and looking forward to it
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Post by Mrs H on Jan 11, 2007 15:29:07 GMT -1
There once was cockleshell, fond of Nieche But his life on Blackpool beach wasn’t so peachy. Life’s getting harder for shells so they say Getting the blame for killing pickers on old Morecombe Bay He longed for warm sea lapping around his shell He longed to write a book and lay back and watch it sell If only he had his own plane and his idea would unfurl This grain of a plan would turn into a pearl. But for now they're just ideals of getting away from the hussle With a packet of fags and his copies of Bertrand Russell He smiles that the idea is only the start Doesn’t it warm the cockles of your heart? That's lovely Laura. But did you mean Nietzsche? I'll get me coat. Ok, I'll just go... Mine will come tomorrow. Nit picker ;D
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Post by addicted2venos on Jan 11, 2007 15:32:51 GMT -1
That's lovely Laura. But did you mean Nietzsche? I'll get me coat. Ok, I'll just go... Mine will come tomorrow. Nit picker ;D Yep he's just so pernickity .............. just like a woman!!
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Post by jh1980 on Jan 11, 2007 15:34:19 GMT -1
I would say "guilty as charged" if that didn't make me sound like David Brent...!
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