Comments on: Another Fine Mess

By: Brannen

Brannen — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 22:19:53 +0000

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By: Bosie Douglas

Bosie Douglas — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 04:33:45 +0000

O see the golden Hero of the Veldt!
His god-like flash of swift and sinew’d arm
Fall like a judgment – on a butler’s tray
To fetch “medicaments” and gin – for HIM!
O see that manly countenance sustain
The wince and smart of petty jealousy
High hurlèd with invective sneer – by HIM!
Hephaistion’s thighs! – that strode the mighty plain
Confinèd barely by his stubbies’ pitch -
Dance menial attendance on his WHIM!
To shovel coal or mop his brow – or worse,
To warm the space betwixt the sheet – and HIM!
O how the gods are fallen unto dust
When heros bow to petulance and lust!

By: Medium Olly from 1977

Medium Olly from 1977 — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:56:41 +0000

Well said, voluminous contributor…

Am I the 400th?

By: Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:18:33 +0000

That noise, Who is that? Is that… could it be?
Oh… it’s you Albertus.
Was I? I most certainly was not!
Well, I have no memory of it. No, it’s the damn chill air – affects my eyes – makes them water.
Put some coal on, won’t you Albertus?
No it’s not hot! It’s not hot at all – bring the damn coal!
I’m sorry.
Could you please bring me a little Cognac as well?
Well refill it!
What do you mean gone? Who’s been stealing from me – You? You Albertus? Has it come to this, that you would steal from me?
No I did not drink it! What are you now, a liar as well as a thief?
Well gin then.
And in my desk – that small silver box – there is a grain or two of laudanum left surely, Stir it in, will you Albertus?
Half a grain then, I don’t care.

Yes Albertus – the boy. It is always the boy.

By: ElizObeth Taylore

ElizObeth Taylore — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 15:22:13 +0000

Bosie, you’re better off out of it. Mine went for a Burton long before it finished. I tried warning dahling Mickel Jaxon, but he wouldn’t listen.

By: Bosie Douglas

Bosie Douglas — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:07:58 +0000

Hey, that’s I poem I writ once:

Man (as ‘tis suppos’d), to be pronounc’d
By solemn rite espous’d of one true love
For which all else hath willingly renounc’d,
Accounts him thus by heav’n enrich’d above
The measure of a king. Who drains the cup
Of joy with sorrow’s tears co-mingle-èd
And daintily of life’s rare feast may sup,
Companion’d well in board and marriage bed,
Knows all there is to know of any worth
In this grey world, or greyer ones to come:
For there’s no greater mystery on earth
Than that by which two hearts are made as one.
But this I cannot know, for I am cow’d
By laws of god and man – and not allow’d.

By: Some Bloke

Some Bloke — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 02:57:30 +0000

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed how seriously Mbutu must of been taking his English classes out there in the hut on the Ivory Coast?

He could hardly write English when he first started. Next thing Jeffrey Dujon will start calling people ‘man’, as it supposed to be pronounced.

By: Mbutu Batanga

Mbutu Batanga — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:09:38 +0000

My goodness, it’s getting a bit fruity, isn’t it?

One de-caff skinny chai latte with a squeeze, one Riva with two, coming up.

By: Petra Fide

Petra Fide — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 09:49:28 +0000

Shirley you mean ‘looking at birds bathe’? Unless you were inspecting their plumbing facilities (in a non-euphemistic sense). That’s what comes of hitting the tea instead of the instant.

Mind you, thanks to Jay I’m now wondering why we don’t have a local art deco clock tower & motorcycle dealership. Is it buy one get the other at 50%?

By: Some Bloke

Some Bloke — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 07:25:55 +0000

And now I realize that that should of been “looking at birds’ bath.”

I shant recover from this one….