.t post in progress
Without ovation, this oration remains my favourite creation.
As ever, my ennunciation leaves a lot to be desired (Swizz is – I’m no
Swiss Miss) but(t) [Oh no - not THAT old chestnut !] the words
WORK and gave hope in their scope for ample textual and visual japery.
How’s that (simply not cricket but(t)) [And AGAIN. Don't.] (/bat) a
(Wynken, Blynken ‘n’) nod to “Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious” ?
Please roll over the text of this post to find [EXTRA EXTERNAL EXPLANATIONS].
The sporting-linkage (it’s all balls….and bawling) stems from the music I
set the words to (probably) being the theme tune to Sky TV’s “Soccer AM“.
I have not been able to confirm this yet nor find the name of the composer
in order to give thanks and credit.
Play the pacey, passing-parsing, programme
(High Quality avi-conversion):
Video 1
(Subtitled, Recommended (Best for the deaf or anyone
who is not yet deaf & would rather not be rendered so) :
Video 2
(Without the encroachment of black-bars
introduced by subtitle screen shrinkage) :
MY LYRICS SET TO
THE TV THEME TUNE
FROM “SOCCER AM”
Fraudulent Freud
Found a HUGE haemorrhoid
Did not have much to say
About the way
That it has been raised
So he phrased
A question
Using auto-suggestion
Seems the “”Torquing” Cure“
Won’t make walking any less sore, Sure
Hypnosis
In small doses
Can negate neuroses
But(t) thrombosis
From an anal strain’ll
Feign no pain
Because a nose that (s) knows
Is a proboscis thats prognoscis
DRIVES its diagnosis
To supporting sporting snorting
And reporting “Pop !“
As an unconscious joke
About the poke of “Coke”
Or maybe “tackling” a crack about “Crack”
Free Association Football
Soccer succours cigar suckers
Ergo the Ego is hid in the Id
Until we “Slip” the skip
————————————————–
Original Music (probably) an Abandoned Theme
from Sky TV’s football show “Soccer AM“
I haven’t been able to verify this or
find the composer’s name.
————————————————–
~ BREAKDOWN-PSYCHO‘S ANALYSIS ~
3 Lions, 3 Tenors 3...
“3 Lions, 3 Tenors 3…“
You don’t need “The Magic Numbers” to tell you that “Three is a Magic Number” ;
I don’t know if they would and, besides (and besides B-Sides), I think [FREE] is a
rather magic(k)er…1…2…many…You can count on that…or you can count
on an <abacus>, although I don’t believe <ABBA cuss> a lot but I will swear
they’re NOT a trio.
Above is a trio.
It is a trio of “3“s.
It is not a “Trio“.
[THIS] is a “Trio” (in a classic Bob Godfrey-animated, Derek
Griffiths & John Peel-narrated advert’ from the mid 1980s) :
It is not a trio of “Trios” and the “3 Lions” are NOT 3 “Lion Bars”.
[THIS] is a “Lion Bar” – Notice how the <”mane” “man“’s mandibles>
and the confectionary’s caramelised content are ali(o)gned -
at 0:23 in a <deserving/dis-serving dissolving>, baring the [BITE]
of the biter and the bitten ; if not the bittern.
Just as fishy as the <[BITE] of a bittern> is HOW this chocolate could
stonewall sizzling in the searing, scorching, Serengeti sunlight
singeing and tinging the tail of this ad‘ (and its advocate) when its
only protection is a <wrapper> – and that <wrapper> not being
the sort of <rapper in Ray-Bans> who could [BAN] rays and “rap”
the knuckles of the Solar Patroller, “packing heat” to tell Heat
(if not “Heat” “Magazine” ) to “Pack up, Packet and<pack it> in !”
Why would it not melt ont das velt ? Is the source of its soul and its
sole still stilled by the chill <germane> [BITE] of German Bight ?
For lyin’ (supine) not <lyin’ (fibbin’)> “Lion “Baa !”s, please see my adaptation
of Larndarn poet, engraver and visionary William Blake’s “The Tyger” :
~ William Blake’s Lamb-Like Wail ~
…but ! To get back to the point – if EVER I can…
These entitled “3 Lions” are the heraldic beasts
that grace the breasts of the badged :
ENGLAND - Three Lions on a Shirt
(and badgered ?) England Soccer Team’s members as well as the threads of their
steadfast <same-shirt-sporting> (probably beer not port-supping) sup(-)porters.
The logo (adapted from a design initially on the arms of Crusader King
Richard the Lionheart) was brought to the fore of public consciousness in
the following chart-topping song that was first recorded and released when
Euro ‘96 was staged and contested on native English soil.
Don’t forget you can (rock and) roll over these names for hyperlinks to
access further information at Wikipedia.
“Three Lions” Music by The Lightning Seeds (Ian Broudie) with
Lyrics by Frank Skinner and David Baddiel. First 1996 Release :
Curious that these singers appear to be another TRIO, and yet, at tea-time
there isn’t a “Trio” in sight. Meanwhile Kellogg’s Corn Flakes are clockable
on the kitchen counter.
Football Songs do not always have to be so directly ABOUT “the beautiful game“.
“Nessun Dorma” from Giacomo Puccini’s opera “Turandot” became a [HUGE HIT]
((“)Number 2(“) (and that’s about right)) as a result of the BBC choosing and
using it as the theme for its coverage of the Italia ‘90 World Cup Tournament. The
eponymous heroine of the <3 Act Opera>has <3 Riddles> solved by Càlaf, a
<suitor>(who apparently doesn’t <suit her>), this hero then has to <”marry“
Russian Roulette to Rumpelstiltskin>dragging a dutiful game through an awful
all-nighter before he can dismiss Miss’s misses and make her his lawful “Mrs.”.
“All’alba vincerò ! Vincerò ! Vincerò !” meaning : “At dawn I will win ! I will win !
I will win !“, closes Càlaf’s crepuscular chorusing. Here it is – celebrated, in Concert,
(and in tune (if not in Consett or in Tunisia)) by the collective called the”3 Tenors“
- a thrilling, trilling trio (not a “Trio“) “composed” and comprised of 2 singing
Spainiards and 1 intoning Italian – the <GLEESOME THREESOME> of :
José Carreras, Plácido Domingo and Luciano Pavarotti.
The Three Tenors Perform “Nessun Dorma” in Rome, 1990 :
Luciano’s particular connection with soccer was that, in youth, he had had ambitions
to become a professional goalkeeper. (He perspired and) it transpired that a different
sort of “perfect pitch” was to out-weigh his formative fixation with the football field.
~ Note ~
The vigilant chanting, for a desired victory, of the 3-times-implored “I will win !” struck
a vocalised c(h)ord of accord with the terraced tribes. “3 Lions, 3 Tenors, 3 Cheers“.
~ Hip ! Hip ! Hooray ! ~
From “chorusing” …
CHEERS for watching
…(to thankful (less-Caruso-))”carousing”.
Most football fans give [CHEERS !] for Beers with the clink of their glasses.
""Little "(Hans)" Jimmy Greaves
Here’s someone with “glasses” who may soon make a right
spectacle of himself. The screen credit states that he is :
““Little “(Hans)” Jimmy Greaves“.
“Little Hans” (and what he DOES with his Little Hands) is the infant
(micturating-minor) subject of a Case Study undertaken by the
psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. The Wikipedia article about opera
composer Herbert Graf suggests that he and “Little Hans” were one
and the same. Small circles. OPERA. Everything is connected.
“Little Jimmy Greaves” was a fleet-foot England International Striker
who, at 5ft 8“, wasn’t that <small> and who certainly wasn’t <short>
of goal-gaining grandeur – scoring, (by dashing in [DASHING DRAWERS],
(to eliminate [NO-SCORE DRAWS])), more than 2 scores of scores
for his country’s cause <settling the “score”> that he <didn’t score
more than Bobby Moore> who ((probably) aided and abetted)
netted 2 (totted in the back of the knotted net)
not 2 score plus 2 2s
(minus “tutus“).
The triumphant trophy-taking team of 1966 was minus this major player
on the day that they defeated Germany 4-2 but perhaps Jimmy “Grieves” no
“Moor(e)” now that he has (World Cup) Finally (June 10 2009) been awarded
a medal in recognition of his rôle in securing the England squad’s sole
stratospheric success.
Here is the man who presented the accolade :
He has his own page (if not his own “page“) here at this blog :
~ (He(e) B(e)) GBPM Gordon Brown “Performs” ~
“Little Hans” was fascinated by the “widdlers” he witnessed on zoo animals.
In 1962 “Little Jimmy Greaves”’s shirt was witnessed being “widdled on“
by a loose (loo ?) animal spoiling and soiling a possibly perfect pitch.
Enough about wee(,)people.
This <crass on the grass> creature was a Chilean Dog not a Chilli Dog.
For him, setting up a ***<Hot Dog’s Hot Dogs> Stand *** might make
for a <perfect $ales pitch> ; and if he were a she, with no balls and no
footballs, she‘d be a < perfect $ales bitch>.
I don’t know if “Little Jimmy Osmond” has perfect pitch. I do know
that he does not appear here and there’s also [NO SIGN] of “Little Eva“,
“Little Richard” or………………………………………………… Littlehampton.
[THIS] is a sign at Littlehampton Railway Station :
("Welcome to Littlehampton") Railway Station
“Little Eva” might (emote and) loco-mote to it, although, it’s a “Sign o’ the Times“
(that Prince is the new “Little Richard” (Hmm. I wonder if that <A1 K9> was called
“Prince”) and), that these days (with no “New Power Generation“) she’d have to
<[STEAM IN] with the spectres>(if not the Spectors (or the Ticket Inspectors))
on a <ghost train>.
…and where <goest rain> ?
Does it “Go West, young man,” or does it go to the West Riding with [THIS]
tempestuously tonsured “(“)young(“) man” who may or may not be the “Long
Haired Lover from Liverpool” sung of (“With or Without (You“, ewes, U2 or)
perfect pitch) by a less-”long haired” and substantially younger “young
man“, whilst contemplating, by qualification of his pseudo-Scousery,
the relative claims of Anfield and Goodison Park to be the more
(not Bobby Moore or Yorkshire Moor) perfect pitch ?
Might “Little Eva” champion “(Little) Eva“ton ?
My ! My ! That’d be “mint” ;…………. “sweet” !
Sweeter than these sweethearts’ stormy stumblings :
Long Haired(/Haretoned) Lover from Liverpool :
The doomed duo “blew it”, blown <other-world>ly by the (football
AND cloud-clobbering fan-exceeding) wuther of the weather…
…And so from a weather-beaten Young Man to…
Carl Gustav (Wind ?) Jung
…a Basel-weathered Jung Man, via a turbulent turbine or a free
“gust of wind” for his “Gustav (Wind ?)“. “Carl“, it may be noted,
means : “Man“.
AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION :
“…and a lot of people felt that ‘e was talking errrr through the other end
of his body,” – JIMMY GREAVES as CARL JUNG on SIGMUND FREUD.
"Tell me about your Father (") Christmas
“Tell me about your Father (“) Christmas”
“Tell me about your father(/mother/childhood,)” might well be the the
first demand of a psychoanalyst probing their (patient (?)) patient.
“Father Christmas” is a reference to appearance.
[THIS] is not his sole appearance.
Sigmund Freud was a “BROWN Eyed Handsome Man“
I checked this with the Freud Society.
“People did not believe in my facts and thought my theories unsavoury,”
- SIGMUND FREUD (THE REAL) on SCRATCHY VINYL by the (“)muff(“)led
sound of it.
Sigmund Freud - Big Bad Muvva Luvva
“Big Bad Muvva Luvva” = “Big Bad MOTHER-”Lover“”.
Is it an inky inclination, insisting incest, that Sigmund Freud
(almost (all moist ?) in his <birthday suit>), keeps close to
his heart yet needs to get off his chest ?
Would it be (dumbly) <hum DRUM> but not “keeping (“mum(“)”
to ask if “Totem and Taboo” should be “Totem and Tattoo” ?
~ Sage Pages ~
“Totem and Taboo” at LibraryThing.com
“Incest and the Medieval Imagination” at LibraryThing.com
"...talking errrr through the other end of his body,"
<Order the ball> to be <audible> when
<taking the mic’> with a <pick-me-up> that’s …
This is "The End"
(…peaking and perking and) picking up (not Peking and Perkin and
picklin’ up) <<(POLLUTANTLY) PLEASURABLE PLOSIVES >> ;
[HOT AIR] laid bare by a <guffy(-in-the-buff)(y)> <must ‘ave>
“Gustav (…Wind…)“,’s indecent scent – sent to catch the drift
of a draught that is DAFT ; as I’m sure URL agree ; should you
brush with it (and not the law (of the land)) (or the lore of
Denis Law (of Scotland)) (to bristle) ’til (,wee,) we :
~ BLOW THE WHISTLE ~
(if not “…the Man Down“) on Sigmund Freud’s sole (unsavoury)
hole-baring raised rear for NOT being the ((“only (the) lonely“))
end at the end of [THIS] “This is The End“.
~ MAKING “ENDS” MEAT ~
The “The End” at the end of [THIS] “This is The End” is the
“the end” at **BOTH** ends of “The End” – The Doors‘ opening
album-closing, career-commencing, epic, Attic, musical monologue.
“End”s might meet, over meat, at a meal that’s replete, to over-eat with
a fine “Feast of Friends” ; tuck, hosted and toasted by the <main “Man(>)
Down“ing this Beggars Banquet-rivalling repast : one (over the eight,
over-voicing, over-reaching, over-too-soon) James Douglas Morrison
whose arrestingly Oedipal onstage outpourings and percussively
punctuated poetic posturings saw his and his (sometimes banned but
never bland) band propelled to prosperous prominence until the sway
of the swigger singer’s (unJagger) swagger awed (and disordered)
audiences, alarming anxious authorities who sought to shorten his
beautiful (“)(a) (little) game” by calling a (more than cooling)
[PENALTY !]
playing the less reefer-y referee’s <(well) red card> against the
(no more “stoned” than “The Stones“) rocked rocker’s <well-read card>.
[SNAP !] it said and [SNAP !] he did.
There’s another “Man Down”, left, let down, on the left. Wincing, he is
David Beckham – England’s most-snapped Captain, a snappy-dresser
off the field he has been dismissed from for the deviant display of both
snapped tempers and snapped tendons.
In 2002, following a metatarsal-mashing clash with Aldo Duscher, the
bone-bruised Beckham had mere weeks in which to, at least, match match
(“Ooo ! That’s a [SNAP !]” and Ooo ! That’s a quote from “Bod” which was
voiced and scored by Derek Griffiths who sings in the Trio advert
previously posted so that’s : [SNAP !] again ! Two [SNAP !]s !! [SNAP !])
fitness in order to fly out to and partake in that year’s World Cup Competition.
No doubt his tormented toe would have caused his foot to balloon.
“Oedipus” means “swollen foot”. That’s <SIMPLE>, not <COMPLEX>.
They think it's all over
Perhaps it is “<SIMPLE> Soap” that John Terry is detecting on his digit.
“NOT PERFUMED. NOT COLOURED. JUST KIND.”, the delicate
detergent could be good for his <COMPLEX>ion – but, clearly, it can’t
defend the Defender, and his troubled team-mates, from getting into
a lather as the <Centre Back> et al are <sent er back> for “an early bath“.
There were tears before bedtime as this truly WAS the *final* “The End“
of England’s 2006 World Cup campaign
campaign for cocaine
Speech bubble not soap bubble
Peter Crouch not on-the-couch
John Terry finger
As emotional as Homeric heroes
“They think it’s all over,”
Association Football Player Positions
Association Football Player Positions
This is a nice, clear, uninterfered-with diagram showing
Player Positions
Player positions
Left wing Centre forward Right wing
Left midfield Centre midfield Right midfield
Left back Centre-back Centre-back Right Back
Goalkeeper
Centaurs
Indirect Free Kick
Indirect Free Kick
Tunnel
Tunnel and motion blur
Bridge
Bridge
Freud from Above
Freud from Above
Freud from Below
Freud from Below
Faster than a speeding bullet
Faster than a speeding bullet
Free Running
Free Running
German Football
German Football
Dutch Football
Dutch Football
Light Football
Light Football
Paris Football
Paris Football
Fraudulent Freud
Fraudulent Freud
Ouch
Found a HUGE haemorrhoid
Eeek !
Did not have much to say
Oook !
About the way
About the way
Highland Ball
That it had been raised
That it had been raised
So he phrased
So he phrased
A question
A question
Uisng auto-suggestion
Using auto-suggestion
Using auto-suggestion
Using auto-suggestion
Seems the ""Torquing" Cure"
————————————————–
He looks like Bruce Forsyth.
Ford Probe
Seems the “”Torquing Cure”
Won't make walking any less sore
Won’t make walking any less sore
Sure - Hypnosis
Sure – Hypnosis
In small doses
In small doses
Can negate neuroses
Can negate neuroses
new roses
From an anal strain'll
From an anal strain’ll
neuroses new roses
Because a nose that (s) knows
Because a nose that (s) knows
Is a proboscis thats prognoscis
Is a proboscis that prognosis
Cow lick
shock alarm
DRIVES its diagnosis 1
Cow Tongue 1
Cow Tongue 2 DRIVES its diagnosis
Cow Tongue 2
comparison. If it had two tongues , would it suffocate or drown itself ?
Silly cow.
To supporting sporting snorting
1811
To supporting sporting snorting
Stadium
To supporting sporting snorting
To supporting sporting snorting
To supporting sporting snorting
And reporting "Pop !"
And reporting “Pop !”
Father Christmas – A Bloke with a Coke
As an unconscious joke
As an unconscious joke
Money Shot 1
About the poke of "Coke"
About the poke of “Coke”
Splash
Splash
Favourite Non-Flickr Flicker
Favourite Non-Flickr Flicker
159
159
Or maybe "tackle"ing
Or maybe “tackle”ing
A crack about "Crack"
A Crack about crack
Crack about Crack
Coke Crack Pipe
Coke Crack Pipe
Free Association Football
Free Association Football
Make a break for freedom through this hole in the (‘)net
Coke Crack Pipe
Cartwheel 1
leave this text here
Soccer succours cigar suckers
Soccer succours cigar suckers
soul sole
When is a cigar not a cigar ?
more text
Ergo the Ego is hid in the Id
Ergo the Ego is hid in the Id
Freud’s Sending Off
Blue Plaque
Until we "Slip" the skip
Until we “Slip” the skip
Foul
Until we "Slip" the skip
Triumph
Revver Spoof
Revver Spoof
3 Lions, 3 Tenors 3...
I don’t know if they would and, besides (and besides B-Sides), I think [FREE] is a
rather magic(k)er…1…2…many…You can count on that…or you can count
on an <abacus>, although I don’t believe <ABBA cuss> a lot but I will swear
they’re NOT a trio.
Griffiths & John Peel-narrated advert’ from the mid 1980s) :
and the confectionary’s caramelised content are ali(o)gned -
at 0:23 in a <deserving/dis-serving dissolving>, baring the [BITE]
of the biter and the bitten ; if not the bittern.
stonewall sizzling in the searing, scorching, Serengeti sunlight
singeing and tinging the tail of this ad‘ (and its advocate) when its
only protection is a <wrapper> – and that <wrapper> not being
the sort of <rapper in Ray-Bans> who could [BAN] rays and “rap”
the knuckles of the Solar Patroller, “packing heat” to tell Heat
(if not “Heat” “Magazine” ) to “Pack up, Packet and<pack it> in !”
Why would it not melt ont das velt ? Is the source of its soul and its
sole still stilled by the chill <germane> [BITE] of German Bight ?
of Larndarn poet, engraver and visionary William Blake’s “The Tyger” :
that grace the breasts of the badged :
ENGLAND - Three Lions on a Shirt
steadfast <same-shirt-sporting> (probably beer not port-supping) sup(-)porters.
Richard the Lionheart) was brought to the fore of public consciousness in
the following chart-topping song that was first recorded and released when
Euro ‘96 was staged and contested on native English soil.
access further information at Wikipedia.
Lyrics by Frank Skinner and David Baddiel. First 1996 Release :
there isn’t a “Trio” in sight. Meanwhile Kellogg’s Corn Flakes are clockable
on the kitchen counter.
“Nessun Dorma” from Giacomo Puccini’s opera “Turandot” became a [HUGE HIT]
((“)Number 2(“) (and that’s about right)) as a result of the BBC choosing and
using it as the theme for its coverage of the Italia ‘90 World Cup Tournament. The
eponymous heroine of the <3 Act Opera>has <3 Riddles> solved by Càlaf, a
<suitor>(who apparently doesn’t <suit her>), this hero then has to <”marry“
Russian Roulette to Rumpelstiltskin>dragging a dutiful game through an awful
all-nighter before he can dismiss Miss’s misses and make her his lawful “Mrs.”.
I will win !“, closes Càlaf’s crepuscular chorusing. Here it is – celebrated, in Concert,
(and in tune (if not in Consett or in Tunisia)) by the collective called the”3 Tenors“
- a thrilling, trilling trio (not a “Trio“) “composed” and comprised of 2 singing
Spainiards and 1 intoning Italian – the <GLEESOME THREESOME> of :
José Carreras, Plácido Domingo and Luciano Pavarotti.
to become a professional goalkeeper. (He perspired and) it transpired that a different
sort of “perfect pitch” was to out-weigh his formative fixation with the football field.
a vocalised c(h)ord of accord with the terraced tribes. “3 Lions, 3 Tenors, 3 Cheers“.
CHEERS for watching
""Little "(Hans)" Jimmy Greaves
spectacle of himself. The screen credit states that he is :
(micturating-minor) subject of a Case Study undertaken by the
psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. The Wikipedia article about opera
composer Herbert Graf suggests that he and “Little Hans” were one
and the same. Small circles. OPERA. Everything is connected.
who, at 5ft 8“, wasn’t that <small> and who certainly wasn’t <short>
of goal-gaining grandeur – scoring, (by dashing in [DASHING DRAWERS],
(to eliminate [NO-SCORE DRAWS])), more than 2 scores of scores
for his country’s cause <settling the “score”> that he <didn’t score
more than Bobby Moore> who ((probably) aided and abetted)
netted 2 (totted in the back of the knotted net)
not 2 score plus 2 2s
(minus “tutus“).
on the day that they defeated Germany 4-2 but perhaps Jimmy “Grieves” no
“Moor(e)” now that he has (World Cup) Finally (June 10 2009) been awarded
a medal in recognition of his rôle in securing the England squad’s sole
stratospheric success.
In 1962 “Little Jimmy Greaves”’s shirt was witnessed being “widdled on“
by a loose (loo ?) animal spoiling and soiling a possibly perfect pitch.
For him, setting up a ***<Hot Dog’s Hot Dogs> Stand *** might make
for a <perfect $ales pitch> ; and if he were a she, with no balls and no
footballs, she‘d be a < perfect $ales bitch>.
that he does not appear here and there’s also [NO SIGN] of “Little Eva“,
“Little Richard” or………………………………………………… Littlehampton.
("Welcome to Littlehampton") Railway Station
(that Prince is the new “Little Richard” (Hmm. I wonder if that <A1 K9> was called
“Prince”) and), that these days (with no “New Power Generation“) she’d have to
<[STEAM IN] with the spectres>(if not the Spectors (or the Ticket Inspectors))
on a <ghost train>.
tempestuously tonsured “(“)young(“) man” who may or may not be the “Long
Haired Lover from Liverpool” sung of (“With or Without (You“, ewes, U2 or)
perfect pitch) by a less-”long haired” and substantially younger “young
man“, whilst contemplating, by qualification of his pseudo-Scousery,
the relative claims of Anfield and Goodison Park to be the more
(not Bobby Moore or Yorkshire Moor) perfect pitch ?
My ! My ! That’d be “mint” ;…………. “sweet” !
AND cloud-clobbering fan-exceeding) wuther of the weather…
Carl Gustav (Wind ?) Jung
“gust of wind” for his “Gustav (Wind ?)“. “Carl“, it may be noted,
means : “Man“.
of his body,” – JIMMY GREAVES as CARL JUNG on SIGMUND FREUD.
"Tell me about your Father (") Christmas
first demand of a psychoanalyst probing their (patient (?)) patient.
[THIS] is not his sole appearance.
I checked this with the Freud Society.
- SIGMUND FREUD (THE REAL) on SCRATCHY VINYL by the (“)muff(“)led
sound of it.
Sigmund Freud - Big Bad Muvva Luvva
(almost (all moist ?) in his <birthday suit>), keeps close to
his heart yet needs to get off his chest ?
to ask if “Totem and Taboo” should be “Totem and Tattoo” ?
“Incest and the Medieval Imagination” at LibraryThing.com
"...talking errrr through the other end of his body,"
<taking the mic’> with a <pick-me-up> that’s …
This is "The End"
picklin’ up) <<(POLLUTANTLY) PLEASURABLE PLOSIVES >> ;
[HOT AIR] laid bare by a <guffy(-in-the-buff)(y)> <must ‘ave>
“Gustav (…Wind…)“,’s indecent scent – sent to catch the drift
of a draught that is DAFT ; as I’m sure URL agree ; should you
brush with it (and not the law (of the land)) (or the lore of
Denis Law (of Scotland)) (to bristle) ’til (,wee,) we :
hole-baring raised rear for NOT being the ((“only (the) lonely“))
end at the end of [THIS] “This is The End“.
“the end” at **BOTH** ends of “The End” – The Doors‘ opening
album-closing, career-commencing, epic, Attic, musical monologue.
a fine “Feast of Friends” ; tuck, hosted and toasted by the <main “Man(>)
Down“ing this Beggars Banquet-rivalling repast : one (over the eight,
over-voicing, over-reaching, over-too-soon) James Douglas Morrison
whose arrestingly Oedipal onstage outpourings and percussively
punctuated poetic posturings saw his and his (sometimes banned but
never bland) band propelled to prosperous prominence until the sway
of the swigger singer’s (unJagger) swagger awed (and disordered)
audiences, alarming anxious authorities who sought to shorten his
beautiful (“)(a) (little) game” by calling a (more than cooling)
[PENALTY !]
playing the less reefer-y referee’s <(well) red card> against the
(no more “stoned” than “The Stones“) rocked rocker’s <well-read card>.
David Beckham – England’s most-snapped Captain, a snappy-dresser
off the field he has been dismissed from for the deviant display of both
snapped tempers and snapped tendons.
bone-bruised Beckham had mere weeks in which to, at least, match match
(“Ooo ! That’s a [SNAP !]” and Ooo ! That’s a quote from “Bod” which was
voiced and scored by Derek Griffiths who sings in the Trio advert
previously posted so that’s : [SNAP !] again ! Two [SNAP !]s !! [SNAP !])
fitness in order to fly out to and partake in that year’s World Cup Competition.
“Oedipus” means “swollen foot”. That’s <SIMPLE>, not <COMPLEX>.
They think it's all over
“NOT PERFUMED. NOT COLOURED. JUST KIND.”, the delicate
detergent could be good for his <COMPLEX>ion – but, clearly, it can’t
defend the Defender, and his troubled team-mates, from getting into
a lather as the <Centre Back> et al are <sent er back> for “an early bath“.
of England’s 2006 World Cup campaign
Association Football Player Positions
Player Positions
Indirect Free Kick
Tunnel
Bridge
Freud from Above
Freud from Below
Faster than a speeding bullet
Free Running
German Football
Dutch Football
Light Football
Paris Football
Fraudulent Freud
Found a HUGE haemorrhoid
Did not have much to say
About the way
That it had been raised
So he phrased
A question
Uisng auto-suggestion
Using auto-suggestion
Seems the ""Torquing" Cure"
Won't make walking any less sore
Sure - Hypnosis
In small doses
Can negate neuroses
From an anal strain'll
Because a nose that (s) knows
Is a proboscis thats prognoscis
DRIVES its diagnosis 1
Cow Tongue 2 DRIVES its diagnosis
To supporting sporting snorting
To supporting sporting snorting
To supporting sporting snorting
And reporting "Pop !"
As an unconscious joke
About the poke of "Coke"
Splash
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Or maybe "tackle"ing
A crack about "Crack"
Coke Crack Pipe
Free Association Football
Cartwheel 1
Soccer succours cigar suckers
When is a cigar not a cigar ?
Ergo the Ego is hid in the Id
Until we "Slip" the skip
Until we "Slip" the skip
Revver Spoof
