In the wild and woolly, way-out Web,
in a bar called ABC,
the poets came out with a grunt and a shout
at Skunky and Crackers and me.
The pianist loon plinked a homely tune-
a dirge about Booby Mc Fee-
They'd detected the smell of a poor villanelle
on Skunky or Crackers or me.
While up at the bar, TC had a jar
with Footsie and discussed the trochee
and Macjoyce shared a joke with a womanish bloke
about Skunky and Crackers and Me.
Jenny came on, sang a bawdy song
about the length of a lover's spondee.
We looked at her legs, while the raccoon laid eggs
near Skunky and Crackers and me.
The experienced Chuck, had the sense to duck,
when the bullets flew in towards me:
the doors opened wide, two came looking inside
for Skunky and Crackers and me.
Ifty strode in and ordered pink gin,
two whiskies and a cup of black tea,
said it was the night, for a stand-up fight
with Skunky and Crackers and me.
I stifled a laugh, Skunk said not 'arf
and Crackers sloped off for a pee.
When he came back, things looked awful black
for Skunky and Crackers and me.
For Ifty's pal, an unreasonable gal
whose name began with a T,
had come to shout, not argue it out
with Skunky and Crackers and me.
Ifty's the man, to pervert the Koran,
while his pal spits feathers with glee,
with our chests to poke, and no sense of the joke
on Skunky and Crackers and me.
When the shouting stopped, the quality dropped
and the poetry had suffered you see,
the poets for shame, had put all of the blame
on Skunky and Crackers and me.
Our answer came, all life's a game
don't take it so seriously,
laughing is nice, just take that advice
from Skunky and Crackers and me.
In the wild and woolly, way-out Web
in a bar called ABC,
sense came off best, by dint of a jest
from Skunky, and Crackers, and me.
Comments
Crackersville | February 26, 2009 - 09:28
This is super!
Jenny came on, sang a bawdy song
about the length of a lover's spondee.
We looked at her legs, while the racoon laid eggs
near Skunky and Crackers and me.
My favourite stanza. Give him the chairies, give him the chairies!
Doeslittle | February 26, 2009 - 09:59
Thanks for leaving me out of this, I almost feel like I was never a part of the debacle.
Ewan | February 26, 2009 - 10:03
That's a good thing though, isn't it? And I couldn't think of a rhyme for 'bum' :-)
Doeslittle | February 26, 2009 - 10:07
No, I'm sure. As Macjoyce said, all members are equal, some are more equal than others.
jennifer | February 26, 2009 - 10:11
Hilarious, are you any good with a guitar? This would be awesome set to music!
J x
Ewan | February 26, 2009 - 10:12
Rachel, have I offended you? The poem is just supposed to be a bit of fluff, I can take it off if you like. I don't think many people actually came out of either of the two debates with dignity intact, except perhaps yourself. As I think I wrote to you, your defence of a fellow member was both valiant and well argued: it did seem to be having no effect whatsoever, but that's hardly a reflection on you.
Equally, the poem is hardly a realistic representation of anything that actually happened, is it?
Ewan | February 26, 2009 - 10:13
As a guitarist, I'm very good on the trumpet.
mykle | February 26, 2009 - 10:35
A lovely, funny, ballad Ewan. Cleverly conceived and executed.
Pity I missed it really. I remember the start of this thread... http://www.abctales.com/forum/2008/12/25/multi-faith-schools
but I was offline soon after Christmas and seemingly missed the main feature.
Anybody know which thread it was on for those like me who missed the fun?
Oh, wait a minute was it this one?
http://www.abctales.com/forum/2009/01/25/racism-vs-underachievement
FTSE100 | February 26, 2009 - 10:51
All good, libelous stuff! Have you been defamed on ABC? Our lawyers are waiting for your call... ;)
I larfed and then I larfed some more.
mykle | February 26, 2009 - 11:17
Ah, I was misled by the Ifty lines...
so was it a thread/threads on a different forum?
Ah, must be this...
http://www.abctales.com/forum/2009/02/06/06-02-09-story-poem-and-inspira...
Yes, I've read a bit before.
She certainly over-reacted but I could see her point even though she was definitely wrong.
It's very easy to get extremely upset about such things.
Incidentally Me And Bobby Mcgee is a great song especially:
"I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
holdin' Bobby's body close to mine.
&
Freedom's just another word for nothin left to lose,
nothin ain't worth nothin but it's free,
Feelin' good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues...
good enough for me and bobby mcgee."
chuck | February 26, 2009 - 14:45
Finally experience pays off! Thanks Ewan.
threeleafshamrock | February 26, 2009 - 17:35
Brilliant! Great stuff; I'll drag you all down to my level yet! LOL.
Chris ;)