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Skysea - a lovely poem by Perdix and some Frascati

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  • Skysea - a lovely poem by Perdix and some Frascati

    'Skysea'


    Wouldn't it be wonderful
    If all the skies were seas?

    If birds were fish,
    And winds were tides,
    And dolphins lived in trees?

    You'd see herrings,
    instead of herring-gulls

    In this aquatic-aeolian zoo.

    But we'd all have to wear hard hats,
    Because of Whaleshark poo.

    Thankyou.

  • #2
    Bravo Perdix! :lol: You should be entertaining at The End of Time. I'm sure that would make a great new theme for one of the Duke of Queens extravaganzas, where of course, it could be enacted for real! :lol:

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    • #3
      And if you'd had something stronger than Frascati ?
      8O

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      • #4
        Excellent - fancy coming over to the "Poetry" thread and trying your hand at a ballade?
        \"...an ape reft of his tail, and grown rusty at climbing, who yet feels himself to be a symbol and the frail representative of Omnipotence in a place that is not home.\" James Branch Cabell

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        • #5
          I drank some Famous Grouse, DigiMac, and 'wrote' (constructed out of Meccano might be more appropriate) 'Spuyten Duyvil's Alpine Adventure' the first two bits of which I have inflicted here. That'll teach me.

          ooh, yeah - there is a 'Poetry' section, Mikey C. Cool :)

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          • #6
            Are you going to include this amusing little feuilleton in Prototype ? It's reminscent of Edward Lear, and I think it works pretty well. Great opportunity for some loony illustrations, too.

            LSN

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            • #7
              D'y'know, I think I might. :D
              Dee! Do us a picture! Another one! Do not leave your desk, do not pass Go; definitely do not collect آ£200 (although, like a shampoo Diva, you're worth it).

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              • #8
                And don't go to sleep! Says he's "tired" from all this stimulus!

                PWV, Perdix, and I must clearly institute the Enclave fitness program (again)!

                LSN

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                • #9
                  Dee checks his work order:

                  "Skies are seas... birds are fish... winds are tides... dolphins live in trees... hard hats to keep off the Whaleshark poo..."

                  Dee's drawing hand explodes.

                  So sad. No more cartoons from Dee. If you see a man who looks a bit like Dee with a fake moustache drawing cartoons in the future, it isn't him. Believe me. It's someone else. Who gave you this address?
                  "That which does not kill us, makes us stranger." - Trevor Goodchild

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by DeeCrowSeer
                    Dee checks his work order:

                    "Skies are seas... birds are fish... winds are tides... dolphins live in trees... hard hats to keep off the Whaleshark poo..."

                    Dee's drawing hand explodes.
                    :lol:

                    Originally posted by DeeCrowSeer
                    So sad. No more cartoons from Dee. If you see a man who looks a bit like Dee with a fake moustache drawing cartoons in the future, it isn't him. Believe me. It's someone else. Who gave you this address?
                    - Look at the poor young man with a hook for a hand! And he's selling cartoons!

                    - Give the poor blighter tuppence, and let's be on our way!

                    LSN

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by L_Stearns_Newburg
                      Give the poor blighter tuppence, and let's be on our way!
                      Gawd bless yer, guv'nor! Right decent sort... Orl I wants is a room somewhere...
                      "That which does not kill us, makes us stranger." - Trevor Goodchild

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                      • #12
                        Actually, with inflation, tuppence would be a very niggardly donation.

                        Is the "miserable little coin," the 1 pound denomination, still extent?

                        (LSN empties his pockets of the miserable little coins, providing thereby a means to obtain shelter, sustenance, and nookie for the crippled Dee.)

                        magnanimous LSN

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                        • #13
                          ...jpeg's and Gif's far beyond my care...

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                          • #14
                            'Ere! That forrin-lookin geezer's slaggin' orf 'Er Roil Eyenessis's sovrin pahnd coin! Gah! Gerraht! Gawn! Gerrahtovit! Bleedin' Frawgs and Yanks! Blimey! The bleedin' cheek!

                            Jus' cos' all yer notes is the same bleedin' size!

                            Rool Britagn-nya, Britanya roools ther waivs!

                            >Has fight, vomits, buys Ford Escort and crashes into tree<

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                            • #15
                              On a tangent, despite the fact that I adore Audrey Hepburn and am a huge fan of musicals, I actively despise My Fair Lady. Perhaps it's because all A-Hep does for the first half of the film is squawk (not even being allowed to sing her own songs!), or perhaps it's because so much screen time is spent in the company of 'Enry 'Iggins, who really is a deeply unpleasant individual. I would have happily helped Eliza do away with the chap, so that we could run off to a room somewhere. It also seemed to go on for about three days. I lost all track of time, and a large percentage of my will to live.

                              Sorry, I think it's time to climb the wooden hill to Bedfordshire! :)
                              "That which does not kill us, makes us stranger." - Trevor Goodchild

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