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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:22 pm
by DavebytheSea
lol - you clearly know your Wordsworth!
J.R. wrote:It seems they all talk in rhyme,
Like the sage, its all of the thyme.
The weather gets wetter,
the couplets get better,
Though to me, it seems such a crime.
so true, JR, so true!
J.R. wrote:Old Blues and others should smile
Being able to browse this site for a while
To make some exclusions
Sounds to me like collusion.
Whilst someone's away up the Nile !!
.... and you are so good at it!
J.R. wrote:So Richard has been in a Ruck.
He's really is down on his luck.
He's working in sales,
instead of drinking fine ales,
And really couldn't give a monkeys what anybody thinks about it.
and I bet you thought the last line was going to be rude !!!
(as if we would!)
Q.E.D.
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:37 pm
by J.R.
Limericks are easy to compose. After all, Limerick is in Ireland.
Here's another.
'I want to go down to the sea, again.....'
Try the A.23 south, but try to avoid the the poofs and lezzies after you pass the Pavillion. !
Sorry Dave - You and I will never agree. Poetry ? Nah.
Give me Emerson Lake and Palmer, or Led Zepellin or even The Scissor Sisters (Incidently, do you know how they got their name ?)
Latin, Greek, Beethoven et al are all dead. Thank God I will be one day and look at the country our generation has left our Grand-Children. Salaam all.
Come back Mark Thomas - All is forgiven.
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:43 pm
by DavebytheSea
You do seem to have had a rotten weekend J.R. - and we do agree sometimes! You said so yourself the other day!
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:47 pm
by huntertitus
J.R. wrote:Limericks are easy to compose. After all, Limerick is in Ireland.
Here's another.
'I want to go down to the sea, again.....'
Try the A.23 south, but try to avoid the the poofs and lezzies after you pass the Pavillion. !
Sorry Dave - You and I will never agree. Poetry ? Nah.
Give me Emerson Lake and Palmer, or Led Zepellin or even The Scissor Sisters (Incidently, do you know how they got their name ?)
Latin, Greek, Beethoven et al are all dead. Thank God I will be one day and look at the country our generation has left our Grand-Children. Salaam all.
Come back Mark Thomas - All is forgiven.
Blimey are you really that angry?
My brother, while researching a book he was writing, had to spend some time with the police and found that his opinion changed to the better for them but he noticed how *ucked up their lives (and loves) usually were
And please be kinder to dbts he is one of the most intelligent and erudite and disarmingly charming of the people who post on these strange boards
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:51 pm
by huntertitus
DavebytheSea wrote:I have watched the activity on the forum tonight with mounting frustration. Though itching to participate, the fact is I have had a bad attack of Posters Block - being unable to write anything for fear it might change my status from a simple soul - a mere Grecian - to the buttoned variety, who clearly have nothing better to do with their time.
Like death itself, the next stage is inevitable. However, I thought I should mark this important rite of passage in my life with a little ditty. So here it is:
How many buttons does a buttoned Grecian get?
How many buckles on his belt?
How many lovers in his life are there yet?
And how many hurts has he felt?
Buttoned Grecians must
Be invariably just
Whether young, whether old or in between
Buttoned Grecians should
Be incredibally good
And never under influence be seen.
How many thoughts must a buttoned Grecian think?
How many postings must he pen?
Over how many threads must he pause to spread his ink
And will he have to do them all again?
To verify these facts
We must follow in the tracks
Of those who’ve made the journey heretofore
And so I do propose
To examine all of those
Who at this point have reached the highest score.
Leading us by far is that copper (ex) JR
Who would have as all to think that he is tough
Yet plays footie with the girls (never thinking of their curls
Or other things - unmentionable stuff!)
But give us down and outs or immigration louts
He would lock ‘em up or hang ‘em at stroke
And those who seek asylum he suggests that we beguile ‘em
Then send ‘em back before they make us broke.
And next there’s little Plummy with his pretty wife so yummy
And his applish little avatar so round
There’s something very sweet, something small and kind and neat
Within his plummy postings to be found.
Three thousand soon and rising, is not really so surprising
When they mostly are so very, very short
Yet his piccolo can still, rise to a little trill
When passion serves to penetrate his thought.
And so we come to Mary, our English Angel-fairy
The only girl with buttons down her front
So erudite and wise, she cuts us down to size
With her comments never crude or coarse or blunt.
But, with all her sense and reason, if you catch her out of season
She will speak of things we men should never hear
You can hear the playground snickers, when EA describes the knickers
That the girls at CH Hertford used to wear.
Next (fourth upon the list), comes RR (a little pissed
From drinking far too late within the Bax)
Inevitably charming with a smile that’s quite disarming
Reminding us of horticulture facts.
The problem is his name, which really is a shame
For us who seek a word to rhyme with Ruck
Unable to resort to the word which springs to thought
The writer of this verse is somewhat stuck.
And so we come to Taylor (I wish he were a sailor
We might the midnight watch together keep,
And gazing at the moon, we might sing a shanty tune
To a little forum ditty, so to speak).
He has guided us this far, so I think he is the star
That keeps us Forum fellows on our course
Without him we might founder, or burst our threads asunder
And lose a very valuable resource.
How many buttons shall this buttoned Grecian get?
And how many keys must he press?
How many postings on this forum has he set?
And how many more – shall we guess?
He must follow on the road
Which the others here have trod
And remember that his words will pass away
But the moment now has come
When to stop and say “’tis done!
One thousandth posting finished! So ….. hooray!â€
If anyone earned their buttons, you did with this masterpiece of audacious rhyme!
Congratulations on joining the select few!
p.s. I went sailing for the 1st time in my life this summer and was left for a while in sole charge of a beautiful Victorian sailing boat with no previous experience
I was HOOKED
like ski-ing you think it sounds so dull til you try it
INVITE ME TO SAIL WITH YOU!!!
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:55 pm
by DavebytheSea
Thank you so much Huntertitus - You are invited any time!
And please remember, I think you still owe me a beer!

Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 10:27 pm
by huntertitus
Crikey!
Did you buy me a beer while I wasnt looking?
Did you buy me one and sneakily not tell me and then drink it yourself?
I cannot possibly tell you what happened at my club last night
I did get home at 3
And managed to get away from several very yound OBs who wanted to go to a local watering hole with me
That was ririculous
They were all about 21 and I have just become 48!
They were, hpwever, charming in the extreme and mostly friends of a Ramos
There wrer 3 Ramos" in my time and I met 2 of my generation ones at the party and a son or 2 all of whom went to CH
Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 11:47 pm
by DavebytheSea
Sounds a lot of fun. 5 even youger OBs sailed with me to France - they were tremendous company - and the girls were gorgeous!!
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 2:49 am
by UserRequestedRemoval
I bow to you literary skill DBTS, after 45 years on this planet the only verses I have ever managed are filthy and composed when, how shall I put it? Ah yes, well oiled!
Keep them coming DBTS, please.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:27 am
by Rory
Couldn't go without acknowledging DBTS's superior literary talent. That was really rather impressive. Well done.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:11 am
by englishangel
And so we come to Mary, our English Angel-fairy
The only girl with buttons down her front
So erudite and wise, she cuts us down to size
With her comments never crude or coarse or blunt.
But, with all her sense and reason, if you catch her out of season
She will speak of things we men should never hear
You can hear the playground snickers, when EA describes the knickers
That the girls at CH Hertford used to wear.
This had me (and the family) in stitches. I have never before been described as 'erudite and wise'.
Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:15 am
by DavebytheSea
But of course you are! You always have the answers for all our queries. Thank you!

Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:17 pm
by Great Plum
Very impressive!
Are my posts always short?

Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:23 pm
by J.R.
Great Plum wrote:Very impressive!
Are my posts always short?

Probably depends on how tall you are when standing next to them !!

Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:25 pm
by Great Plum
Very true!
And I'm 6 foot 2!!