It looks like Biz may have left the building I just hope she's not unwell. My PM has gone unanswered. An asset to this thread, a truly loyal and constant poster, Biz has always inspired me to keep writing poetry. If she's gone from here it'll cast a cloud over the start of this thread and will also be a bitter personal blow for me.
Please get in touch Biz, I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way
It looks like Biz may have left the building I just hope she's not unwell. My PM has gone unanswered. An asset to this thread, a truly loyal and constant poster, Biz has always inspired me to keep writing poetry. If she's gone from here it'll cast a cloud over the start of this thread and will also be a bitter personal blow for me.
Please get in touch Biz, I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way
Biz could have gone away on a holiday, don't worry hopefully she will be back soon
Musty, do you like Tennis, there was Tennis on the telly from France last weekend?
Springwatch Live is on the BBC red button, it's sleeping:D
Normally there'd be a nice comment from Biz. I can't do anything about it though. The thread'll just have to continue as a quieter, slightly sadder place. I shall soldier on regardless - we didn't get to four parts without setbacks and I guess this is simply another one that has to be accepted.
Drinking Drama (inspired by something that really did happen to a guy I once knew)
What a story Gloria :eek: :eek: A good warning to all those who overindulge - Part 4's had a very boozy start It's a funny and well-written poem too, so thanks for sending it in. Welcome to the thread by the way and I love your username
I have never consciously had horse,
would not do as a matter of course.
British in the main decline to have
recourse to devouring these noble
beasts. Regard them as graceful aids
to Man not the stuff of tasty feasts.
Our gastronomic tradition so differs
to that of those horse-fed cher amis.
Snails, frogs’ legs seem tres strange
to me. Even the fervent francophile
may see horse steaks as slightly vile,
prefer horses head to the glue factory
by far, than fetch up in your abattoir.
If we eat something as ugly as a cow, a horse doesn't seem too objectionable to me - though I don't eat either these days. I see they're telling us that one day we'll eat insects :eek: well not me. Mind you I have tried snails - they just tasted of garlic.
It's so sad Frank - I guess you watched the same Australia programme as I did, and it's happened in so many places. I wish I could feel the world is getting better..............but I can't.
If we eat something as ugly as a cow, a horse doesn't seem too objectionable to me - though I don't eat either these days. I see they're telling us that one day we'll eat insects :eek: well not me. Mind you I have tried snails - they just tasted of garlic.
It's so sad Frank - I guess you watched the same Australia programme as I did, and it's happened in so many places. I wish I could feel the world is getting better..............but I can't.
I'm just back from Brighton, I went to see a friend yesterday.
It's so busy down there, the traffic lights are peculiar, never knowing when to cross the road:D
I had a nice meal at The Harvester. I must say, their bread rolls are lovely and also had an evening walk along the promenade:D
I'm just back from Brighton, I went to see a friend yesterday.
It's so busy down there, the traffic lights are peculiar, never knowing when to cross the road:D
I had a nice meal at The Harvester. I must say, their bread rolls are lovely and also had an evening walk along the promenade:D
All the lights on the pier
flash on and off my dear
fish n chips with peas
along a nice clear breeze
Hello Sandy. Glad you survived the traffic light puzzle and enjoyed your trip. That breath of sea air has given me an appetite - I think fish and chips with peas would suffice.
Hello Sandy. Glad you survived the traffic light puzzle and enjoyed your trip. That breath of sea air has given me an appetite - I think fish and chips with peas would suffice.
I have never consciously had horse,
would not do as a matter of course.
I stopped eating meat last year and the news since then has confirmed to me I made the right decision. Great take on the subject Frank, even if the glue factory reference at the end was a bit heavy :eek:
Unlike Biz I took this to be about Native Americans but the issue's roughly the same. A powerful look at what's really a form of genocide,
Yes I would have thought native Americans too Musty, but I'd just seen Simon Reeve's programme about Australia and he visited an aboriginal town/village where the inhabitants were living in poverty and squalor. Very sad.
Sounds like an interesting if sad programme Biz. I had a good night's sleep, but it was in the armchair and I left the lamps on again That last cider in the pub was fatal
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Please get in touch Biz, I'm sorry if I've upset you in any way
Musty, do you like Tennis, there was Tennis on the telly from France last weekend?
Springwatch Live is on the BBC red button, it's sleeping:D
just had a look, apparently there is a great bustard:D
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Bustard
I shall re-post it soon, it's a funny one
Ensuring I get flustered
By guaranteeing shame,
Who named me the 'Great Bustard'?
Was it some prank or game?
I'm sick of every snigger
And immature bird-wit,
There is no equal figure
Save for the common tit.
With parentage in question
I'm frequently abused,
Who made the bad suggestion
That 'Bustard' should be used?
Was he a sparrow lover,
An ornithologist?
He'd better run for cover,
He's on our bird hit-list.
All GBs flock together,
Let's find him in the crowds
Then punish him forever
From up here in the clouds.
We'll float, with bombing mastered
Like shite-hawks we shall wait
Then hit the silly bastard
Thus proving we are great.
Great Bustards have to bite all
Man's bullets for two words,
A pleasant title's vital,
Not one for mocking birds.
©
living in the cities,
a nod an a wink,
seems to show what peeps think,
About time we start to talk,
about the path we all walk.
Normally there'd be a nice comment from Biz. I can't do anything about it though. The thread'll just have to continue as a quieter, slightly sadder place. I shall soldier on regardless - we didn't get to four parts without setbacks and I guess this is simply another one that has to be accepted.
Though he woke up in the darkness,
He knew the place had changed.
He’d spent the evening boozing,
And his head felt rearranged.
Slowly it came back to him
That he was staying with a friend.
He’d been in no fit state to leave
When the party came to an end.
His eyeballs seemed on fire,
His mouth too dry to speak.
He left the bed on shaky legs
As he was desperate for a leak.
He stumbled into the bathroom,
And let nature take its course,
But he had to have a drink next
Because his throat was really hoarse.
He couldn’t find the light switch,
But in the gloomy black,
He found a mug he quickly filled,
And knocked the contents back.
What happened next decided him-
No more of these adventures,
As he felt the clink against his teeth
Of someone else’s dentures.
I have never consciously had horse,
would not do as a matter of course.
British in the main decline to have
recourse to devouring these noble
beasts. Regard them as graceful aids
to Man not the stuff of tasty feasts.
Our gastronomic tradition so differs
to that of those horse-fed cher amis.
Snails, frogs’ legs seem tres strange
to me. Even the fervent francophile
may see horse steaks as slightly vile,
prefer horses head to the glue factory
by far, than fetch up in your abattoir.
Now you treat my peoples with respect,
We I have since passing learned are the
Indigenous original citizens of our land.
You treated with disdain as if to neglect
These tribes, in other words we nations,
Were fellow human people of mothers
Given happy birth not crawling creatures
Of the sand or from the lowest dry crack
In desert earth. Like ants the white invader
Swept us aside to inhospitable barren parts,
Broke our spirits and our hearts and parted
Hair from proud heads. Spurred the chiefs
To suicide. I myself took in Nature’s balm
So pale liars could do me no further harm.
Woe resounds in unhappy hunting grounds.
Yes! There's a strong smell of beer in here.
If we eat something as ugly as a cow, a horse doesn't seem too objectionable to me - though I don't eat either these days. I see they're telling us that one day we'll eat insects :eek: well not me. Mind you I have tried snails - they just tasted of garlic.
It's so sad Frank - I guess you watched the same Australia programme as I did, and it's happened in so many places. I wish I could feel the world is getting better..............but I can't.
It's so busy down there, the traffic lights are peculiar, never knowing when to cross the road:D
I had a nice meal at The Harvester. I must say, their bread rolls are lovely and also had an evening walk along the promenade:D
All the lights on the pier
flash on and off my dear
fish n chips with peas
along a nice clear breeze
Hello Sandy.
Unlike Biz I took this to be about Native Americans but the issue's roughly the same. A powerful look at what's really a form of genocide, Biz is back, Biz is back,
Ain't it grand to be on track!
You paint such graceful pictures with your poetry Sandy. I could almost smell the cod and ozone in this
If I must.
Yes I would have thought native Americans too Musty, but I'd just seen Simon Reeve's programme about Australia and he visited an aboriginal town/village where the inhabitants were living in poverty and squalor. Very sad.
Hope you had a good night's sleep last night.
Right! Cider or not, get out of that chair and put those lamps out and :-
Don't let the mouses bite.
If they bite, squeeze them tight
And you'll give them
An awful fright.
I think that's how it went.