O.K. Universe, given that my musical theatre lyricist dreams have been pipped by pipe (and MY poopy “pipes”) – and the “family business” I’ve been emmeshed in for the last, past decade, decayed has LEFT ME :
HIGH
&
DRY
&
WET
&
WINDY
take this as a Cosmic Order for more than that know-all Noël…..
“No ell uh No ell No uh ell [...]
Archive for October, 2008
Global Warming’s Snowball Warnings
Posted in (K(no)w) Worse Verse, tagged British Weather, Couplet, London, Poem, Poetry, Purley, Rhyme, Snow, South East England, Weather on October 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Do people know about the snow that’s fallen here so early ?
Its gown came down on London Town and froze the streets of Purley.
Life’s a Drag
Posted in (K(no)w) Worse Verse, tagged Humour, Poem, Poetry, Quatrain, Rhyme on October 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Making “Janey” his agenda
Johnny was a gender-bender
All the dresses ‘e would send ‘er
Added to ‘er sequined splendour
Jolly Jolly
Posted in Diary (Eh ?), tagged Couplet, Depression, Rhymes on October 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I want to sleep forever, and soon enough I will
Beneath the earth, and your contempt, in subterranean chill
The Battle of Edgehill…
Posted in REAMS O' DREAMS, tagged Dreaming, Dreams, English Civil War, Guns 'n' Roses, History, Imagination, Stream of Consciousness on October 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
…set off the English Civil War (hmm – and Guns n’ Roses made the (more than fairly) fair point that “Civil” is summat “War” doesn’ tend to lean to…. I wonder if Waugh was servile…..or Sir Vile…en route (sans roots (or fruits)) from Seville (; and its barbarous barbers’ rosey ruses)) …and kicked off in [...]
Clothing Statement
Posted in Wordplay, tagged Christian Dior, Cliches, Clothes, Fashion, Phrases, Poetry, Puns, Rhymes, Suits on October 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“After a fashion,” you’ll fashion a fashion
To enrapture a culture’s couture
Follow suit with a suit that’s tailored to suit
Pick the pockets of top-drawer Dior
Cadbury’s Wispa
Posted in Current Culture, tagged 1980s, Cadbury, Cadbury's, Candy, Chocolate, Confectionary, Eighties, Nostalgia, Sweets, Wispa on October 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Wispa has been brought back. Apparently there was a nostalgia-campaign at FaceBook that facilitated its resurrection.
I’m giving one a jolly good suck. It’s rich, solid – with a thick, “separate”, shell-like coating that’s glossy. It tastes almost of coffee (or CAKE (?!)) and does NOT melt like the product I first encountered at Godstone [...]
Recognise Ragout
Posted in (K(no)w) Worse Verse, tagged Cooking, Ditty, National Poetry Day, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, Sauce, Self-Referential, Stew, Verse, Wordplay, Worry on October 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
V1
I am a worrywart
I get into a stew
It doesn’t take much thought
To recognise Ragout
V2
I am a worrywart
I “get into a stew”
And though I can’t disport
I recognise Ragout
V3
I am a worrywart
I : “get into a stew”
Yet whilst I can’t disport
I recognise Ragout
From Perky Turkey to Stricken Chicken
Posted in Wordplay, tagged Depression, Fowl, Handwriting, Homonyms, National Poetry Day, Paltry, Poetry, Poor Try, Poultry, Rhyme, Stream of Consciousness, Wordplay on October 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
.T (and a Poor Try to Portray Paltry Poultry Po’try)
I’ve cut my losses
but I’ve not cut loose
I burnt my bridges
when I cooked my goose
It seems there’s nothing
that I can produce
To burden Pardon with my
~ l a m e e x c u s e ~