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cont..d from TOP
Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 8:31 pm
by jim.r
He took the oars: that TCM,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro,
"Ha! ha!" quoth he -- "full plain I see,
"Claysie kens how to row."
Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 10:24 pm
by Julian
Even for you,
this is pretty weird
Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:19 pm
by claymore
Twas down there by the Doldrums
This story did unfold
The ink black night and oily sea combined in darkness bold
Only the sound of the stroking oar in the rowlock broke the spell
Of nothing heard and nothing seen and nothing there but hell.
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 12:53 pm
by Telo
He dropped his kecks
And strolled the decks
His crew were near demented.
But Claymore knew a thing or two;
His grundies were sweetly scented.
Scansion me old rhymer . . .
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 1:01 pm
by Nick
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Worthy of the great McGonagill hisself . . . but 'grundies' doesnae scan, suggest replacement with 'drawers' 'pants' or 'skids'
This could run and run and may well end up in our
Sea Poetry section as a narrative epic . . .
Not off round the Mull this weekend then?
Re: Scansion me old rhymer . . .
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 1:14 pm
by Telo
Nick wrote:Not off round the Mull this weekend then?
"Outlook: 0700 Sun 19 Oct 0700 Mon 20 Oct
Wind South or southwest 7 to severe gale 9, perhaps storm 10 later."
What do you think?
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 1:48 pm
by claymore
Wuss
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 2:36 pm
by Telo
In sic a warld o' financial crisis
Ilka thocht o' men an' mice is,
To seek that sanctuary o' the word
An' mak their rhymes; how absurd.
But poetry is a weekday toil
And ne'er their weekend will spoil;
So, fae their rhymes they dinnae shirk,
As lang as they're peyed - tae be at wark.
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:27 pm
by claymore
Ah, bliss the life o' him retired
nae worries fer he of bein fired
jest hang aroon till gales expired
then wander oan - till Mull transpired.
Ah sic a life - nae pains tae ease
jest wander oan as hoo ye please
Whilst the rest o' us as busy bees
contribute tae yer penshun.
Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:28 pm
by claymore
Ah, bliss the life o' him retired
nae worries fer he of bein fired
jest hung aroon till gales expired
then wandered oan - till Mull transpired.
Ah sic a life - nae pains tae ease
jest wander oan as hoo ye please
Whilst the rest o' us as busy bees
contribute tae yer penshun.
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 7:40 pm
by Alcyone
I bought a book of poetry by the great William Topaz in Fort William once. I was given a very strange look by the shopkeeper and banned from reading it out loud amongst friends.
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:28 pm
by claymore
Dear Heart has banned all readings of the works of Robert Service. One mention of the boys "whooping it up in the Malamute saloon" brings on hissy fits