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Poem.
Fair maiden i will be your literary white knight,
With verse and rhyme for your delight,
To speak of all things good and pure,
For this poetic life there is no cure,
So a poem for you to show my mettle,
Dedicated to you the lady freckle.
By Herakles.
Oh how wonderful herakles..........thank you ;)...another one for my wall i think!...hope you are well :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Hey fellah, you all trying to steal my charge?Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Cos if so, I'll measure you yard for yard!
So stop all yowl posh literary ways
cos you oughta know she in a rapping phase.
Now I don't wanna hear no knighty-knight stuff
or dis' poem-bash could turn out rough.
Now Little-ol Queen Freckle she's real feisty
She don't need no lyrics, nicey-nicey.
So less of dat 'good and pure'
for this empty threads that's no cure,
cos that's way's to boring, clean and nice
You gotta get with the anti-christ.
:D:D:D:D
Somehow I don't think that's heading for the wall!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Yeah, mean and nasty. Sort of like this?
Macbeth Act IV Scene I
William Shakespeare
Witch 1: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
Witch 2: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd
Witch 3: Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Witch 1: Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 2: Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 3: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 2: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Hectate: O! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Witch 2: By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
:eek::eek::eek:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Oooooo you are a card! its mighty quiet round here mind and I is offski soon as a tired freckle!....thanx mossy!
chilli con carne
steamed rice, sour cream, grated cheese
too many cold beers!
:o
Steady on DT, you know what they say - a moment on the lips, a lifetime on your hips :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
alka-seltzer fizzQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
eight hours good nights sleeping
fresh as a daisy
:D
Shivers, sweating, coughing, wheezing
Pneumonia like symptoms, deffo no running
A week of crap, but no smoking:cool:
This could be the best worst man-flu i've ever had:)