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Originally posted by Seanachai:

I'm pretty sure it was your cat that tossed that drink into my lap. I demand that the rapiers be brought up earlier in the evening next time, so that I might engage Joe the Cat in a duel of honour.

Four quatloos on Joe the Cat!

Any takers?

Papa

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Originally posted by Nidan1:

I was just accused of being Cavscout's twin on the Pol Forum...how's that for a major accomplishment?

That's low, even for the gang of yappers that normally inhabits the place. I would instead compare you to the twin of a rock.

Or a pine needle.

Or maybe a boll weevil.

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Originally posted by dalem:

It's been a long time since I versified.

Don'tcha think?

As the seas haven't yet boiled off into the ether, nor life been eradicated from the planet, nor the stars burnt out in the last gasp of entropy, no.

But that's not going to stop you, is it?

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Ahem.

Ode to a Piece of Yellow Sticky Paper On My Monitor

O yellow sticky paper

You are yellow

You are sticky

You are

Square.

How you hang

On my monitor

As if stuck

There.

The phone numbers

The book titles

The logins and passwords

All these you

Bear.

Your origin is 3M

Which is here in Minnesota

Somewhere right over

There.

O yellow paper, sticky

The things you show

Without any

Fanfare.

Thank you, goodnight!

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Originally posted by dalem:

Ahem.

Ode to a Piece of Yellow Sticky Paper On My Monitor

O yellow sticky paper

You are yellow

You are sticky

You are

Square.

How you hang

On my monitor

As if stuck

There.

The phone numbers

The book titles

The logins and passwords

All these you

Bear.

Your origin is 3M

Which is here in Minnesota

Somewhere right over

There.

O yellow paper, sticky

The things you show

Without any

Fanfare.

Thank you, goodnight!

Hell gapes wide, and, somehow, invitingly.

Berli assures me, Shakespearean aficionado that he is, that there will be no versifications by Dalem in Hell.

'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished for...

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by stikkypixie:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by rune:

[qb] A lost tribe of Seahachai?

You mean they have the ability to procreate? I'm gonna have nightmares about this. </font>
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Originally posted by Seanachai:

Berli assures me, Shakespearean aficionado that he is, that there will be no versifications by Dalem in Hell.

That is a bold faced lie.

You, will suffer through endless Dalem versifications. It will be in a sealed room so I don't have to hear it, but rest assured, you, sir, are screwed

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I'm no good at crouching. Bad knees, dontchaknow. I lounge quite well, though. And I enjoy staring into the fire while sipping a single malt. It brings another dimension to the chiaroscuro of the flames.

"It ascends me into the brain;

 dries me there all the foolish and dull and curdy

vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive,

quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and

delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the

voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes

excellent wit."

It is indeed my Muse.

I disagree that it is the season of death. I prefer to think of it as the season of rest before rebirth. But then, that could be because I was raised in the fertile valleys of Ohio while you were brought up on the bleak and windswept tundras of Minnesota.

I know that Joe doesn't appreciate me. But that's okay. If he is Don Quixote and I am Sancho Panza, of the two, who had their head screwed on better?

See?

I stay because I find him ... amusing.

But enough reflection. Enough staring into the weaving flames and discussing all that the gods keep hidden from our eyes to safeguard their secrets.

Campfires have other uses, too.

They need to be danced around!

Break out the balalaikas!

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Originally posted by Seanachai:

The gods spare me from this 'race of giants', who's mouths are bigger than their intellect, their egos bigger than their mouths, and neither their intellects nor their egos are large enough to make me do more than yawn and ponder the delights of fishing.

Amen!

Michael

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Originally posted by Michael Emrys:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo Radley:

...I was raised in the [smoke-filled, choking, poisonous cities] of Ohio...

Just correcting a little mistype there, Squire. Purely inadvertent on your part, I am sure. Carry on.

Michael </font>

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