Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
The end, by Fnaar
Here am I
There are you
Well, there you go.
Here am I
There are you
Well, there you go.
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Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Post-colonial reflections on the abyss, by Fnaar
It never ceased to amaze the colonel
Looking into Poongarra Waters
How much there was in it.
Swim, swim
Swim against
the Tide
But SOON! never to
be
defeated
by Marmite's call to arms.
It never ceased to amaze the colonel
Looking into Poongarra Waters
How much there was in it.
Swim, swim
Swim against
the Tide
But SOON! never to
be
defeated
by Marmite's call to arms.
Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Shall I fettle your bottom bracket, Matron? by Fnaar
Shall I fettle your bottom bracket, Matron?
Shall I?
Tell me, shall I?
And shall we walk by Thwackwinton Mound, Matron?
Shall we?
Tell me, shall we?
And shall you change my dressings, matron?
Shall you?
Tell me, shall you?
For 'tis up to thee, I tell 'ee,
Up to thee.
Aye, tha hast t'final decision, yer great dozy lummox.
Shall I fettle your bottom bracket, Matron?
Shall I?
Tell me, shall I?
And shall we walk by Thwackwinton Mound, Matron?
Shall we?
Tell me, shall we?
And shall you change my dressings, matron?
Shall you?
Tell me, shall you?
For 'tis up to thee, I tell 'ee,
Up to thee.
Aye, tha hast t'final decision, yer great dozy lummox.
Dayvo
just passin' through
- Location
- 59° 50′ 5.55″ N, 10° 47′ 41.89″ E
Brock said:
Have a go, then, as long as you don't drop a 'honking wad of day old dung'.
Little bird that fly
did a shoot in farmer's eye
as farmer wiped his eye, he said,
thank the Lord
that Brock don't fly
Wow! I take it all back Dayvo, you've excelled yourself. A beautiful satyrical verse full of ironic counterpoint and passionate religious expression. Truly moving... Or is that 'movement'..?
Hey Fnaar's been busy too, interesting. I don't really have time to fully appreciate this flurry of heartfelt works, I can see that repeated readings are going to be necessary to uncover many of the more subtle facets and sentiments entwined within his lascivious compositions. I've got to go and cook pork chops. I blame Sam's 'sweet crackling'.
Hey Fnaar's been busy too, interesting. I don't really have time to fully appreciate this flurry of heartfelt works, I can see that repeated readings are going to be necessary to uncover many of the more subtle facets and sentiments entwined within his lascivious compositions. I've got to go and cook pork chops. I blame Sam's 'sweet crackling'.
Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Can we move this to the caff?
Yowzah Yowzah Yowzah, by Fnaar
She had the longest legs I ever did see
The longest legs I ever did see
From the top of her thigh to the bend in her knee
Was approximately three foot three
Approximately three foot three
From the bend in her knee to the bend in her ankle
Was about the size of a great big Wankel
Rotary engine
A great big Wankel rotary engine
Wankel Wankel Wankel Wankel
From the top of her leg
To the bend in her ankle.
Yowzah Yowzah Yowzah, by Fnaar
She had the longest legs I ever did see
The longest legs I ever did see
From the top of her thigh to the bend in her knee
Was approximately three foot three
Approximately three foot three
From the bend in her knee to the bend in her ankle
Was about the size of a great big Wankel
Rotary engine
A great big Wankel rotary engine
Wankel Wankel Wankel Wankel
From the top of her leg
To the bend in her ankle.
Rhythm Thief
Veteran
I've moved this thread
from Soapbox
to the Cafe.
It just seemed
more appropriate,
somehow.
E. J. Thribb.
from Soapbox
to the Cafe.
It just seemed
more appropriate,
somehow.
E. J. Thribb.
SamNichols
New Member
- Location
- Colne, Lancs
Unexpected movement:
With careless hands,
our bodies are shaken.
Looking back into the void,
we gnash.
With careless hands,
our bodies are shaken.
Looking back into the void,
we gnash.
Bigtallfatbloke
New Member
Postman pat, Postman pat
Postman pat ran over his cat,
As the cat was dieing
Postman pat was crying,
He'd never seen a cat as flat as that
Postman pat ran over his cat,
As the cat was dieing
Postman pat was crying,
He'd never seen a cat as flat as that
SamNichols
New Member
- Location
- Colne, Lancs
Is he a hit and run poster? Does he come and grace us his with his very weird presence for a couple of weeks and then leave us?
terry huckle
New Member
Dragonflies dancing
Unaware of the thunder
In late afternoon
Unaware of the thunder
In late afternoon
The Bicycle of Death
====================
Nor pump nor oil attend
A dying bicycle.
A man awaits his lift
Fearing and phoning all.
Many times the signal died,
Many times got it back again.
A cyclist in his pride
Confronting mountain biking men
Casts suspicion upon
Evaporation of breath.
He knows punctures to the bone
The bike that killed his rider.
====================
Nor pump nor oil attend
A dying bicycle.
A man awaits his lift
Fearing and phoning all.
Many times the signal died,
Many times got it back again.
A cyclist in his pride
Confronting mountain biking men
Casts suspicion upon
Evaporation of breath.
He knows punctures to the bone
The bike that killed his rider.