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Silliness for Bank Holiday Monday - My sincerest apologies William Wordsworth
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Sorry ye great bard of my old home, the Lakes,
Anybody fancy writing AB verse this evening?
Here we go
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er ABers and Eds,
When all at once I saw a motley crowd,
A host of golden threads;
Beside the Chatterbank, beneath the trees,
Prudie’s dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the Jayne that shines
and twinkle on the Mamya Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a dodgy Page:
Cupid, Boxie and Ummm saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly rants.
The AB Boys beside them danced; but they,
No one out-did the sparkling Bibblebub in glee:
An Aber it could not but be Crafty,
From all like Doc or Grommie are in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the Site to me had brought:
For oft the evening, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Lady Alex flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the Karen’s bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances inside the AB mills"
Anybody fancy writing AB verse this evening?
Here we go
"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er ABers and Eds,
When all at once I saw a motley crowd,
A host of golden threads;
Beside the Chatterbank, beneath the trees,
Prudie’s dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the Jayne that shines
and twinkle on the Mamya Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a dodgy Page:
Cupid, Boxie and Ummm saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly rants.
The AB Boys beside them danced; but they,
No one out-did the sparkling Bibblebub in glee:
An Aber it could not but be Crafty,
From all like Doc or Grommie are in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the Site to me had brought:
For oft the evening, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Lady Alex flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the Karen’s bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances inside the AB mills"
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I must brush up on Poetry, the only phrase I can remember is Dulce et Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori (?)
I loved listening to my dad reciting The Lady of Shallot
I must brush up on Poetry, the only phrase I can remember is Dulce et Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori (?)
I loved listening to my dad reciting The Lady of Shallot
Fair fa' your honest sonsie face
Great chieftain o' the AB race
Aboon them a' ye tak yer place
Sqad, Moon or Mike 1111111
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's ma airm
The empty answerbox ye fill
Yer poems like a mighty frill
Yer words aye help and ne'er mislead
In times o need
Best I can do....:-))
Great chieftain o' the AB race
Aboon them a' ye tak yer place
Sqad, Moon or Mike 1111111
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's ma airm
The empty answerbox ye fill
Yer poems like a mighty frill
Yer words aye help and ne'er mislead
In times o need
Best I can do....:-))
Once upon a time there was a Ed
He was walking along
He met the full burning idea
Rolling slowly towards him
Crushing the stones and houses by the wayside.
Mamya shut his eyes from the glare.
He drew his laptop
And typed and typed and typed.
The site that quit the failed answer forums
Circled the www
The unanswered questions shrank, like a punctured airship,
Shrank, shrank, smaller, smaller,
Till they were nothing
But a site filled with new unanswered questions
And with knowledge of years
Each person looked it up.
They chatted on Into moonless night
Carrying on till dawn.
He was walking along
He met the full burning idea
Rolling slowly towards him
Crushing the stones and houses by the wayside.
Mamya shut his eyes from the glare.
He drew his laptop
And typed and typed and typed.
The site that quit the failed answer forums
Circled the www
The unanswered questions shrank, like a punctured airship,
Shrank, shrank, smaller, smaller,
Till they were nothing
But a site filled with new unanswered questions
And with knowledge of years
Each person looked it up.
They chatted on Into moonless night
Carrying on till dawn.
Oh Night, the site -
Does draw me in,
The sounds of songs,
Thence do begin'
Great tunes and airs.
They fill the page'
Both modern rock
and bygone age.
To and fro, fro and to,
Some from me, some from you,
The clock ticks, Mouse clicks,
Lyrical sharing does continue.
But Lo' dawn is here,
The call of sleep is strong,
A final lullaby maybe,
Tonight won't be too long.
Mamya ©
Does draw me in,
The sounds of songs,
Thence do begin'
Great tunes and airs.
They fill the page'
Both modern rock
and bygone age.
To and fro, fro and to,
Some from me, some from you,
The clock ticks, Mouse clicks,
Lyrical sharing does continue.
But Lo' dawn is here,
The call of sleep is strong,
A final lullaby maybe,
Tonight won't be too long.
Mamya ©
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