whilst searching for wacky races on you tube andin particular the "stop the pigeon bit" i stumbled across one of our poets....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMtA8...om=PL&index=34
"H-E-L-P!!!!!!"
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whilst searching for wacky races on you tube andin particular the "stop the pigeon bit" i stumbled across one of our poets....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMtA8...om=PL&index=34
"H-E-L-P!!!!!!"
this thread is really making me....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZm47SrmuwM
tonight...
This is my fave...
Sing along now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxjqM...1C9FC&index=39
and in a style slightly after "we didn't start the thread"...
although it's also reminded me of this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPLHOOtlcnM
Talking about cats, one of my favorite cats:
Macavity - The Mystery Cat
a poem by T S Eliot
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
Welcome back XRunner....one of my favourites from my yoof. Thanks for that.:)
The Poetical Fell Society Holiday.
Wordsworth or Plath,Derwentwater as our bath,
Squeezed into our camper van like peas in a pod,
Nature as our muse, plenty of wine oh how we laugh,
Running, writing,viewing the fells from stybarrow dodd.
Others may think what a strange little band,
We live free nothing stifling our creativity,
With the lakes all around verse spills from our hand,
I can think of no others with whom i'd rather be.
By Matt Harmston.
Hello X runner...as per usual i loved your poem !
Hi Freckle.
Muse.
Lakes, wife, experience,life,
Poets, fells, music,smells,
Friends,birds,plath,words,
Running,above,bipolar,love.
By Matt Harmston.
Night HHH.
Well im not good at this poetry lark
One of those things I keep in the dark
But what is fell running to me?
Hours of glee
Trampling through mud
In the case of some races, covered in blood
stumbling up the hill
just for the thrill
then whizzing back down
never a frown
over the finish line back to the pub
where i tuck into some fine countryside grub
Oh i hate to train
In the rain
It runs over in my brain
oh what a bloody pain
then the cloud and mist clears
and reveals sights that stay with you for years
lots i can remember
all year from january through to december
the snowdonia peaks all rocky and jagged
the yorkshire dales all garssy and rugged
so thats about it
oh by the way im the number one forum twit
:p
Thumbs up TT.