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The bream are quiet and TOL is shaking
Mike is thinking of a DDD, in the making
with jason looking on and he's a waiting
While the Green Death cools in the night time dew
Phill raises his glass, and toasts to you
Ye of Bream and Winter, of tides 'o full and moon a'glitter
Have faith in tales from Ausfish and of Twitter
The bream are on
the Tailor too
see y'all
at half past two.
LP.
Sargent at Arms
Australian Recreational Spooners Emporium ( Inc )
or A.R.S.E Inc
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OMG, it's getting worse.
With apologies to William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Phill, haven't you got some painting to do?
You'd better get whatever you've been on out of your bloodstream first though.
TOL
He passed the dutchy to the left hand side,
While he was waiting for the turn of the tide,
The moon was high,
And so was I
But the fish didn't bite and my "livie" soon died.
Who started this rubbish?
You guys are about as poetic as my farts, which apart from rhyming beautifully are just drivel.
I said DRIVEL, not DRIBBLE. If I meant dribble, I would have mentioned sharts, which are different from farts. More... substantial, if you like.
Tim
Carbon Really Ain't Pollution.
I can fart to the tune of:
"Advance Australia Fair"
TOL
Timi thinks this is rubbish
we know he speaks jibber-ish
To deride his fellow man
in any way he can
deserves a friendly uppercut-ish
TOL released gases to a tune
from afar we could see the plume
if a spark was near
his face 'd show fear
and our planet would explode into ruin ( roon )
If you ferets cannot reply in rhyme
Then I feel it is about time
to feck off to another topic
as the heat from this one is tropic
LP.....
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There was an old Painter named Phill,
Who was scraping the paint from a sill,
He while scraping made cuts,
All over his nuts,
To stop babies he now takes the pill.
Tim
Carbon Really Ain't Pollution.