Reply to: Friday Poem corner - as we've not had it for a while...

[AlfredJPruffock]

Dear SupremeSpod

I'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:

You shouldna paint at Angels mair,
But try and paint the Devil.

To paint an Angel's little wark,
Wi' Nick, there's little danger:

You'll easy draw a lang-kent face,
But no sae weel a stranger.

R. B.

[SupremeSpod]

Ye sons of Auld Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
I've little to say, but only to pray,
As praying's the ton of your fashion;
A prayer from the muse you well may excuse,
`Tis seldom her favorite passion.

Ye powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide,
Who marked each element's border,
Who formed this frame with beneficent aim
Whose sovereign statute is order,
Within this dear mansion may wayward contention,
Or withered Envy ne'er enter,
May secrecy round be the mystical bound
And brotherly love be the center.


Robert Burns

[Gibbon]

A lizard ran out on a rock and looked up, listening
no doubt to the sounding of the spheres.
And what a dandy fellow! the right toss of a chin for you
and swirl of a tail!

If men were as much men as lizards are lizards
they’d be worth looking at.

D.H. Lawrence

[shaunbhoy]

Edinburgh pays cruelly for her high seat in one of the vilest climates under heaven.

She is liable to be beaten upon by all the winds that blow, to be drenched with rain, to be buried in cold sea fogs out of the east, and powdered with the snow as it comes flying southward from the Highland hills.


The weather is raw and boisterous in winter, shifty and ungenial in summer, and a downright meteorological purgatory in the spring.

The delicate die early, and I, as a survivor, among bleak winds and plumping rain, have been sometimes tempted to envy them their fate.

.....Robert Louis Stevenson, Edinburgh Picturesque Notes, 1879

Christ, he was a real breath of fresh air, wasn't he?

[AlfredJPruffock]

Edinburgh pays cruelly for her high seat in one of the vilest climates under heaven.

She is liable to be beaten upon by all the winds that blow, to be drenched with rain, to be buried in cold sea fogs out of the east, and powdered with the snow as it comes flying southward from the Highland hills.


The weather is raw and boisterous in winter, shifty and ungenial in summer, and a downright meteorological purgatory in the spring.

The delicate die early, and I, as a survivor, among bleak winds and plumping rain, have been sometimes tempted to envy them their fate.

.....Robert Louis Stevenson, Edinburgh Picturesque Notes, 1879

[SupremeSpod]

RR was an accountant, as I recall. I also recall reading in the papers back in about 2006 something about an accountant and a Thai (or foreign?) bride. So it could have been something to do with him. I don't remember the details though.

Wasn't he based in Auld Reekie?

[OwlHoot]

And then he disappeared...

Where the hell did he go and why?

Suggestions?

Murdered by his Russian Mrs?

RR was an accountant, as I recall. I also recall reading in the papers back in about 2006 something about an accountant and a Thai (or foreign?) bride. So it could have been something to do with him. I don't remember the details though.

[MarillionFan]

And then he disappeared...

Where the hell did he go and why?

Suggestions?

Murdered by his Russian Mrs?

He realised what a complete and utter waste it was posting on a bulletin board.

[SupremeSpod]

Give Sandy a Brandy
Give Roger a Slivovitz
She gives him a lubeing
He comes on her tits

And then he disappeared...

Where the hell did he go and why?

Suggestions?

Murdered by his Russian Mrs?

[roger rabbit]

Poems

Give Sandy a Brandy
Give Roger a Slivovitz
She gives him a lubeing
He comes on her tits

[SandyDown]

n5gooner - all is well with me .... between projects at the moment hence, trying to catch up on house work you know baking them gingerbread men ...preparing for Xmas and all...

Last week I made this awsome pumkin pie .. really nice and low carb too

[NoddY]

Didn't you used to sleep with Bigears?

I call him 'daddy'.

[premiere]

I cross the ocean
I cross the border
I’m poor and broke,
I take the bus
To see employment folk

Nice man treat me good in there
Say I need to see welfare
Welfare say “you come no more”
“we send cash right to your door”

When I work
They pay me cash
Make it last, cos I pay no TAX

Social cheques they keep you wealthy
The NHS, it keep you healthy

By and by,I got plenty of money
Thanks to you, you English dummy

Write to friends in Motherland
Tell them ‘come fast as you can’

They come in turbans and inside trucks
I buy big house with all my bucks

They come here, we live together
More social cheques
Life gets better

Fourteen families
They moving in
But neighbours patience
Is wearing thin

Finally, English guy moves away
Now I buy his house and then I say
“Find more aliens for house to rent.”
And in the yard I put a tent

Send for family
they just like trash
But they too draw the social cash
Everything is very good
And soon we own the neighbourhood

We have hobby
it’s called breeding
Social pay for baby feeding

Kids need dentist
Wife need pills
We get it free
We got no bills

English crazy
He pays all year
To keep our welfare
running here

We think England
darn good place
Too darn good for
Your stupid race

[Pondlife]

Didn't you used to sleep with Bigears?

[NoddY]

Poetry is for women and homosexuals.