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the pipit sounds a hopeful peep
from its aspen pulpit;
unheeding wasps gnaw blithely
at the underlying cambium
the speartip leaves unfurl
and indicate the warming sun
to greedy agapanthus
who goes there ?
it is only the equinoctial friar
shaking off the ragged
coat of winter
down
down
down
arise
from its aspen pulpit;
unheeding wasps gnaw blithely
at the underlying cambium
the speartip leaves unfurl
and indicate the warming sun
to greedy agapanthus
who goes there ?
it is only the equinoctial friar
shaking off the ragged
coat of winter
down
down
down
arise
I looked out
At TSR which was
Bleeding blood blood blood blood blood
Ashes ashes ashes
All ground up and pulverised right down to the bottom
Bottom bottom bottom bottom of everything
Pounded pounded pounded
It smelt of victory
The thread was about compost
(with acknowledgements to Ted Hughes)
At TSR which was
Bleeding blood blood blood blood blood
Ashes ashes ashes
All ground up and pulverised right down to the bottom
Bottom bottom bottom bottom of everything
Pounded pounded pounded
It smelt of victory
The thread was about compost
(with acknowledgements to Ted Hughes)
Alas poor Tommy
He is no more
For what he thought was H20
Was H2SO4
He is no more
For what he thought was H20
Was H2SO4
Hurt no living thing
Ladybird nor butterfly
Nor moth with dusty wing
Nor cricket chirping cheerily
Nor grasshopper so light of leap
Nor dancing gnat
Nor beetle fat
Nor harmless worms that creep
This was from memory so I'm not sure where the , and ; should go
Ladybird nor butterfly
Nor moth with dusty wing
Nor cricket chirping cheerily
Nor grasshopper so light of leap
Nor dancing gnat
Nor beetle fat
Nor harmless worms that creep
This was from memory so I'm not sure where the , and ; should go
Original post by Fullofsurprises
I looked out
At TSR which was
Bleeding blood blood blood blood blood
Ashes ashes ashes
All ground up and pulverised right down to the bottom
Bottom bottom bottom bottom of everything
Pounded pounded pounded
It smelt of victory
The thread was about compost
(with acknowledgements to Ted Hughes)
At TSR which was
Bleeding blood blood blood blood blood
Ashes ashes ashes
All ground up and pulverised right down to the bottom
Bottom bottom bottom bottom of everything
Pounded pounded pounded
It smelt of victory
The thread was about compost
(with acknowledgements to Ted Hughes)
that Monday morning feeling 
Original post by Il1L
Alas poor Tommy
He is no more
For what he thought was H20
Was H2SO4
He is no more
For what he thought was H20
Was H2SO4
acid what you did there Original post by Il1L
Hurt no living thing
Ladybird nor butterfly
Nor moth with dusty wing
Nor cricket chirping cheerily
Nor grasshopper so light of leap
Nor dancing gnat
Nor beetle fat
Nor harmless worms that creep
This was from memory so I'm not sure where the , and ; should go
Ladybird nor butterfly
Nor moth with dusty wing
Nor cricket chirping cheerily
Nor grasshopper so light of leap
Nor dancing gnat
Nor beetle fat
Nor harmless worms that creep
This was from memory so I'm not sure where the , and ; should go
what about wasps ?
in the castle: snow brings joy and danger too
Mama ?
Yes Pomacea ?
May i play outside with Muraena ?
Of course child
But wrap up warm
It is bitterly cold
And snow lays thick upon the ground
I shall wear my time helmet
The energy surging through the tubules
Will provide ample warmth for my melon
Be very careful child
If the setting is accidentally altered
The consequences could be tragic
Last year poor Pervagor the iceman’s son
Was burned to a crisp
Whilst playing with his sister’s helmet
Yes Mama you do not need to remind me
Thalassoma never tires of repeating the story
She should have kept her equipment
In a secret place like i do
Here comes Muraena
Hi Murs !
You look totes awesome in your bear suit
I am wearing my time helmet to keep warm
Here why don’t you try it ?
If i adjust this dial here the wavelengths increase
Or is it the other way ?
Help Mama !
The dial is stuck and i cannot undo the straps !
Muraena has been teleported to the future
Foolish child
You will have to explain to her mother
Mama i feel so stressed
This is totes unfair
I insist on counselling to help me overcome
These challenges to my self esteem
It is my right
Belvedere
Now
Yes Mama
Mama ?
Yes Pomacea ?
May i play outside with Muraena ?
Of course child
But wrap up warm
It is bitterly cold
And snow lays thick upon the ground
I shall wear my time helmet
The energy surging through the tubules
Will provide ample warmth for my melon
Be very careful child
If the setting is accidentally altered
The consequences could be tragic
Last year poor Pervagor the iceman’s son
Was burned to a crisp
Whilst playing with his sister’s helmet
Yes Mama you do not need to remind me
Thalassoma never tires of repeating the story
She should have kept her equipment
In a secret place like i do
Here comes Muraena
Hi Murs !
You look totes awesome in your bear suit
I am wearing my time helmet to keep warm
Here why don’t you try it ?
If i adjust this dial here the wavelengths increase
Or is it the other way ?
Help Mama !
The dial is stuck and i cannot undo the straps !
Muraena has been teleported to the future
Foolish child
You will have to explain to her mother
Mama i feel so stressed
This is totes unfair
I insist on counselling to help me overcome
These challenges to my self esteem
It is my right
Belvedere
Now
Yes Mama
in the castle: heraldry
Mama ?
Yes Euterpe ?
Why is there a badger on your escutcheon ?
It is not a badger child
It is a waterbear rampant
And the fish and flowers ?
We see three luces bottony
Per pale on a field or
And twelve fleurs gentil azure
Per fess engrailed with five molets tenne
Whatever Mama
Heraldry is a noble art Euterpe
And should not be mocked
Sorry Mama
But all of these poncy words
Are doing in my melon
Where do you learn such uncouthness child ?
Let me guess
Hayloft ?
Stable boy ?
She shoots she scores
Well young lady no more adventures
In the fodder store
Until your attitude improves
You are banned from the livery yard
Until the next triple moon
Harsh Mama harsh
Remind me of the current oaf ?
Since you imprisoned Dwayne last week
The stable boy has been the gorgeous Baz
He is half Afric and half Cipango
And all man
He can ride a horse facing backwards
And speaks to them in their own tongue
He knows the secrets of oriental pleasure
And his velvet skin is adorned with tattoos
Indeed child
I shall inspect them before his flogging
Mama Baz has done no harm
He is very careful
And does not deserve your wrath
I shall visit the hayloft and
Speak with this Baz myself
Perhaps he may convince me
To spare him
Mama !
It is an employer's duty
To ensure that the staff
Are functioning satisfactorily
Yes Mama
To the belvedere child
Antares is on the cusp of Rigel
We must imbricate forthwith
Yes Mama
Mama ?
Yes Euterpe ?
Why is there a badger on your escutcheon ?
It is not a badger child
It is a waterbear rampant
And the fish and flowers ?
We see three luces bottony
Per pale on a field or
And twelve fleurs gentil azure
Per fess engrailed with five molets tenne
Whatever Mama
Heraldry is a noble art Euterpe
And should not be mocked
Sorry Mama
But all of these poncy words
Are doing in my melon
Where do you learn such uncouthness child ?
Let me guess
Hayloft ?
Stable boy ?
She shoots she scores
Well young lady no more adventures
In the fodder store
Until your attitude improves
You are banned from the livery yard
Until the next triple moon
Harsh Mama harsh
Remind me of the current oaf ?
Since you imprisoned Dwayne last week
The stable boy has been the gorgeous Baz
He is half Afric and half Cipango
And all man
He can ride a horse facing backwards
And speaks to them in their own tongue
He knows the secrets of oriental pleasure
And his velvet skin is adorned with tattoos
Indeed child
I shall inspect them before his flogging
Mama Baz has done no harm
He is very careful
And does not deserve your wrath
I shall visit the hayloft and
Speak with this Baz myself
Perhaps he may convince me
To spare him
Mama !
It is an employer's duty
To ensure that the staff
Are functioning satisfactorily
Yes Mama
To the belvedere child
Antares is on the cusp of Rigel
We must imbricate forthwith
Yes Mama
in the castle: forest
Mama ?
Yes Philotesia ?
Is it true that one should not
Sleep in the forest at midday
For fear that the hornèd one
Will steal into your dreams ?
The druids believe so but only
Under certain trees child
It is safe to sleep beneath the yew
But the cypress presents dangers
Thank you Mama
Why do you ask child ?
Gathercole mentioned it yesterday
I would prefer you not to converse
With the servants on idle topics child
But Mama G-dog is way cool
I forbid you to enter the livery yard
On your own Philotesia
It is not appropriate for you to speak
Thus of the male servants
But Mama i really dig G-dog
Enough child
Gathercole will depart tomorrow
I hate you Mama
One day you shall be the châtelaine
Philotesia and will need to command
The respect of the household
Next month you shall marry Polycrates
The son of Archon Menander
He is ugly Mama and so old
And his breath smells of yoghurt
Nonsense child he is an important
Landowner with rental in excess
Of a thousand obols per annum
Mama he is a dork
I shall run away with Gathercole
And live as a vagabond
Penniless but happy
Feasting on the forest's bounty
And sleeping in the bosom of nature
To your chamber child
No more zoëtrope
It has addled your wits
Friar Benson shall attend to
Pray over you for deliverance
From the evil spirits which infect you
Bring it on Mama
Chamber
Now
Mama ?
Yes Philotesia ?
Is it true that one should not
Sleep in the forest at midday
For fear that the hornèd one
Will steal into your dreams ?
The druids believe so but only
Under certain trees child
It is safe to sleep beneath the yew
But the cypress presents dangers
Thank you Mama
Why do you ask child ?
Gathercole mentioned it yesterday
I would prefer you not to converse
With the servants on idle topics child
But Mama G-dog is way cool
I forbid you to enter the livery yard
On your own Philotesia
It is not appropriate for you to speak
Thus of the male servants
But Mama i really dig G-dog
Enough child
Gathercole will depart tomorrow
I hate you Mama
One day you shall be the châtelaine
Philotesia and will need to command
The respect of the household
Next month you shall marry Polycrates
The son of Archon Menander
He is ugly Mama and so old
And his breath smells of yoghurt
Nonsense child he is an important
Landowner with rental in excess
Of a thousand obols per annum
Mama he is a dork
I shall run away with Gathercole
And live as a vagabond
Penniless but happy
Feasting on the forest's bounty
And sleeping in the bosom of nature
To your chamber child
No more zoëtrope
It has addled your wits
Friar Benson shall attend to
Pray over you for deliverance
From the evil spirits which infect you
Bring it on Mama
Chamber
Now
Original post by Cote1
TSR is full of nerds
They're even worse
Than Douglas Hurd
They're even worse
Than Douglas Hurd
Spoiler
this is exquisite in its miniature perfection
Original post by the bear
in the castle: forest
Mama ?
Yes Philotesia ?
Is it true that one should not
Sleep in the forest at midday
For fear that the hornèd one
Will steal into your dreams ?
The druids believe so but only
Under certain trees child
It is safe to sleep beneath the yew
But the cypress presents dangers
Thank you Mama
Why do you ask child ?
Gathercole mentioned it yesterday
I would prefer you not to converse
With the servants on idle topics child
But Mama G-dog is way cool
I forbid you to enter the livery yard
On your own Philotesia
It is not appropriate for you to speak
Thus of the male servants
But Mama i really dig G-dog
Enough child
Gathercole will depart tomorrow
I hate you Mama
One day you shall be the châtelaine
Philotesia and will need to command
The respect of the household
Next month you shall marry Polycrates
The son of Archon Menander
He is ugly Mama and so old
And his breath smells of yoghurt
Nonsense child he is an important
Landowner with rental in excess
Of a thousand obols per annum
Mama he is a dork
I shall run away with Gathercole
And live as a vagabond
Penniless but happy
Feasting on the forest's bounty
And sleeping in the bosom of nature
To your chamber child
No more zoëtrope
It has addled your wits
Friar Benson shall attend to
Pray over you for deliverance
From the evil spirits which infect you
Bring it on Mama
Chamber
Now
Mama ?
Yes Philotesia ?
Is it true that one should not
Sleep in the forest at midday
For fear that the hornèd one
Will steal into your dreams ?
The druids believe so but only
Under certain trees child
It is safe to sleep beneath the yew
But the cypress presents dangers
Thank you Mama
Why do you ask child ?
Gathercole mentioned it yesterday
I would prefer you not to converse
With the servants on idle topics child
But Mama G-dog is way cool
I forbid you to enter the livery yard
On your own Philotesia
It is not appropriate for you to speak
Thus of the male servants
But Mama i really dig G-dog
Enough child
Gathercole will depart tomorrow
I hate you Mama
One day you shall be the châtelaine
Philotesia and will need to command
The respect of the household
Next month you shall marry Polycrates
The son of Archon Menander
He is ugly Mama and so old
And his breath smells of yoghurt
Nonsense child he is an important
Landowner with rental in excess
Of a thousand obols per annum
Mama he is a dork
I shall run away with Gathercole
And live as a vagabond
Penniless but happy
Feasting on the forest's bounty
And sleeping in the bosom of nature
To your chamber child
No more zoëtrope
It has addled your wits
Friar Benson shall attend to
Pray over you for deliverance
From the evil spirits which infect you
Bring it on Mama
Chamber
Now
You are a prolific bear!
Original post by Cote1
TSR is full of nerds
They're even worse
Than Douglas Hurd
They're even worse
Than Douglas Hurd
Spoiler
None taken, although I did feel that you were talking about me.
Original post by the bear
this is exquisite in its miniature perfection
Original post by Fullofsurprises
None taken, although I did feel that you were talking about me.
Not at all!
in the castle: consequences
Mama why do you look downcast ?
Since the Duc d'Ys visited yestereve
You have been rather melancholy
I am afraid that your wedding
To the Duke's son Dorito may
Not go ahead my precious child
What has occurred Mama ?
Has Dorito succumbed to illness ?
Perhaps the zigeuners have cursed him
Or he has partaken of tainted meat
Pray tell Mama
Sit by me on the belvedere Granita
It seems that Dorito was visiting
The city with his squires when
Some ruffians fell on him in
A disreputable quarter
And he was mortally wounded
Whilst kindly assisting a young townswoman
Who had mislaid her garments
Mama why was he in this quarter ?
And who is this woman ?
How may her raiment have been mislaid ?
It is not clear child
But Dorito died heroically
Helping an unfortunate
The Duke has razed the quarter
And put the inhabitants to the sword
Mama here is Frankel the stable boy
May i ride out with him to the forest ?
I need to ponder this tragic news
Away from the castle
Of course Granita
Cook will provide a collation
And Frankel will protect you
From the attentions of the charbonniers
Who haunt the depths of the greenwood
Mama may i bathe in the Hidden Spring ?
I love to feel the silky warmth caressing
My milk white skin until i am lost in ecstasy
Perhaps that would be unwise child
Instead visit the holy hermit
Who dwells by the Virgin's Oak
Give him this golden talent
And ask him to pray in perpetuity for the deceased
Yes Mama
I shall take the chestnut stallion
Ready Frankel ?
Yes Miss
Mama we shall be away until dawn
Very well child
Tomorrow we shall discuss your future
With the soothsayers and runesmen
Yes Mama
Let us fly
Mama why do you look downcast ?
Since the Duc d'Ys visited yestereve
You have been rather melancholy
I am afraid that your wedding
To the Duke's son Dorito may
Not go ahead my precious child
What has occurred Mama ?
Has Dorito succumbed to illness ?
Perhaps the zigeuners have cursed him
Or he has partaken of tainted meat
Pray tell Mama
Sit by me on the belvedere Granita
It seems that Dorito was visiting
The city with his squires when
Some ruffians fell on him in
A disreputable quarter
And he was mortally wounded
Whilst kindly assisting a young townswoman
Who had mislaid her garments
Mama why was he in this quarter ?
And who is this woman ?
How may her raiment have been mislaid ?
It is not clear child
But Dorito died heroically
Helping an unfortunate
The Duke has razed the quarter
And put the inhabitants to the sword
Mama here is Frankel the stable boy
May i ride out with him to the forest ?
I need to ponder this tragic news
Away from the castle
Of course Granita
Cook will provide a collation
And Frankel will protect you
From the attentions of the charbonniers
Who haunt the depths of the greenwood
Mama may i bathe in the Hidden Spring ?
I love to feel the silky warmth caressing
My milk white skin until i am lost in ecstasy
Perhaps that would be unwise child
Instead visit the holy hermit
Who dwells by the Virgin's Oak
Give him this golden talent
And ask him to pray in perpetuity for the deceased
Yes Mama
I shall take the chestnut stallion
Ready Frankel ?
Yes Miss
Mama we shall be away until dawn
Very well child
Tomorrow we shall discuss your future
With the soothsayers and runesmen
Yes Mama
Let us fly
in the castle: lake
Mama have you seen my goggles ?
On the stuffed unicorn Mimolette
Where you thought they looked witty
Mama that was Nivea's idea
Hurry child the day wanes
Ready Mama
Here is the stable boy with the horses
Hi Jefferson !
You have a lot of perspiration
On your muscled torso this afternoon
Mimolette do not speak thus to the servants
Sorry Mama
Now take the picnic things to the edge
Of the lake by the boathouse
Yes Mama
Thanks Jefferson the basket is heavy
But in your powerful hands it is a toy
Mimolette !
Sorry Mama i forgot
You may bathe now child
Then we shall enjoy the collation
Which cook has provided
The water is warm and clear
There are so many little fish
Here is a mussel
I shall ask Jefferson to open it
Perhaps we shall find a pearl
Mama why do you not bathe ?
The water is so pleasant today
Come and eat child
And do not drip over the sandwiches
Sorry Mama
These are goose, these heron, these carp
Heron please Mama
I like the salty flavour of the feathers
Here Jefferson have a carp sandwich
And a flagon of whey
Thank you Miss
Sit by me and show me your tattoo
Mimolette !
Sorry Mama
Mama there is a pearl in my mussel !
Jefferson opened it with his gleaming teeth
It is a fine pearl child
Perhaps worth two angels
I will have it made into an earring
For your wedding to cousin Arturo
But Mama i wish to marry Jefferson
He is so manly and kind
Nonsense child he is already married
To the cheesemaker's daughter
Jefferson i hate you
I shall have you flogged
Yes Miss
It is time to return to the castle
Tonight the third moon rises
And you must supplicate
But Mama none of my friends
Have to supplicate
It is so unfair
Hush child
You are the chosen one
Sorry Mama i forgot
Run along now
On the belvedere in ten
Yes Mama
Now Jefferson come and
Show me that tattoo
It is here Madame
Oh my !
Mama have you seen my goggles ?
On the stuffed unicorn Mimolette
Where you thought they looked witty
Mama that was Nivea's idea
Hurry child the day wanes
Ready Mama
Here is the stable boy with the horses
Hi Jefferson !
You have a lot of perspiration
On your muscled torso this afternoon
Mimolette do not speak thus to the servants
Sorry Mama
Now take the picnic things to the edge
Of the lake by the boathouse
Yes Mama
Thanks Jefferson the basket is heavy
But in your powerful hands it is a toy
Mimolette !
Sorry Mama i forgot
You may bathe now child
Then we shall enjoy the collation
Which cook has provided
The water is warm and clear
There are so many little fish
Here is a mussel
I shall ask Jefferson to open it
Perhaps we shall find a pearl
Mama why do you not bathe ?
The water is so pleasant today
Come and eat child
And do not drip over the sandwiches
Sorry Mama
These are goose, these heron, these carp
Heron please Mama
I like the salty flavour of the feathers
Here Jefferson have a carp sandwich
And a flagon of whey
Thank you Miss
Sit by me and show me your tattoo
Mimolette !
Sorry Mama
Mama there is a pearl in my mussel !
Jefferson opened it with his gleaming teeth
It is a fine pearl child
Perhaps worth two angels
I will have it made into an earring
For your wedding to cousin Arturo
But Mama i wish to marry Jefferson
He is so manly and kind
Nonsense child he is already married
To the cheesemaker's daughter
Jefferson i hate you
I shall have you flogged
Yes Miss
It is time to return to the castle
Tonight the third moon rises
And you must supplicate
But Mama none of my friends
Have to supplicate
It is so unfair
Hush child
You are the chosen one
Sorry Mama i forgot
Run along now
On the belvedere in ten
Yes Mama
Now Jefferson come and
Show me that tattoo
It is here Madame
Oh my !
Original post by Cote1
You are a prolific bear!
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