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Gamble, the great philosophers taught me
What, all of them? That was one hell of a school you went to.
(Edited by Aranalde at 2:31 pm on Aug. 2, 2006)
Anybody who spotted Roger McGeogh’s godawful poem on Epsom in yesterday’s Guardian would have scratched their heads and wondered why Gamble hasn’t been published yet.
I didn’t know Gamble wrote poetry
<br> :old: wives
Aragorn the huge world markets in drogs<br> suggest that perceptions <br> need substance assistance to change.<br> Rememebr Boxer in Animal Farm<br> hard brutish and short and a knacker’s despatch<br> is the reality for all but a few monkey men on this <br> fertile globe of no illusion.
…. an eerie foreboding wind whistled eerily between tall bricked buildings in London last night in the earlies. I lay awake in tight sheets with hooves set on tremble mode wondering what the architect’s huge iron fist was planning for the last race. I was on the edge of reezan and no Byron could help me when I woke up…. I clanked my chains through the hall wih dull thoughts of another dreary day.
<br> flatcapgamble…by staring for five full minutes a the back of a wire haired I can still only see one spot :angry:
an eerie foreboding wind whistled eerily between tall bricked buildings in London last night in the earlies. I lay awake in tight sheets with hooves set on tremble mode wondering what the architect’s huge iron fist was planning for the last race.
You mean you couldn’t sleep last night.
:old:
Aranalde my dear new chumold <br> if I could call you Watson I would feel<br> more comfortable.:cool:
<br> I mentioned the word devil earlier in the thread.<br> Within hours of this, my old enemy David Marshall,<br> or the person who purports to be Marshal<br> emailed me with an unsettling warning.
My Scarboro’ writings – which you may not know of -<br> have the reputation of being considered cursed and <br> hewn and scratched by none other than<br> the devil’s demonic hand.<br> Marshall has always believed this and my initial<br> poo poos have grown weaker as strange evidence<br> has collected into the shape of a dark hill
As the wind rustled through trees and buildings<br> when most slept in the capital<br> it unsettled my mind only<br> because of these thoughts. My suspicions<br> after Marshall’s contact is that this Reezan thread is also<br> tainted by a black hand. It may be pure as snow !
I may divulge more in the white months<br> when trees stand forlornly naked<br> to reveal their true selves
(Edited by gamble at 11:19 am on Aug. 3, 2006)
Deerstalker Gamble
Your Scarboro writings sound most intriguing. However, I was concerned to read that your poo-poos are growing weaker and even more so that the dark evidence is gathering into the shape of a hill. As you have elevated me to the rank of doctor, albeit second-in command, I feel I should offer medical advice. More bran, Sir, should strengthen your poo-poos and, though I am no plumber, one of those new fangled Armitage Shanks flushing devices should prevent the evidence from accumulating in hillocks across your carpet.
The bearded icon with which you announce yourself seems to be trying to say something but I can’t make it out. He may have useful information to impart, if only he could be heard.
:old: <br>
.. remember well ARA<br> Hell hath no fury like an oldee scorned
You dip your pen well in joviality<br> and spread the ink with such enticing brilliance<br> that my rib cage tickles pink<br> to mix in with blue<br> as my Parker fills up.<br> I ride well with your wit Dale<br> but a grave grave warning !<br> Never ride out with the devil<br> he has the master of you a thousand fold<br> and me possibly a million<br> as he already inhabiits<br> the skin folds
flatcapgamble…You’ve been gassed gamble, but Holmes never wore a deerstalker however one gentleman Jim of the press forced it on him. In retirement he was a beekeeper trying to free his legs of pollen sacs full’o crime.<br> <br>
Your talk of pollen buzzed away in my skull all weekend. But lately I have been pestered by wasps fighting over spilt jam and I have no interest in that messy business.
So Holmes was the criminal and Watson the accomplice? Intriguing. This Conan Doyle cove was a tricky bounder indeed. I am keen to learn more.
I took your advice concerning the elderly. Only last week I had scorned an octogenerian who tried to interest me in a sprig of lucky ‘eather. I caught her yesterday crouched behind the azaleas aiming a rocket propelled grenade at my double glazing. I hastily offered her an olive branch, just in time to forestall another international incident.
flatcapgamble…peacekeeper and scholar
<br> E lad aran,<br> <br> you compromise an :old: mind wit yer whimsical fantasies.<br> Aye aran a touch o’ scottish ‘n Irish to ram me point home to yer.
Holmes was never a culpable<br> oh no me dear ducks arsewiper with polish<br> but in his exciting new hobby he<br> discovered the cross pollenated criminality among<br> swarming high fliers !
<br> flatcapgamble… he’s noted the double glazing and deduced you’re a high earner with a multiple credit tendency :biggrin:
g,mable~with :old: age comes a wisdom that cannot be bought.
headscarfjilly, tis all le ark,le ark,le ark
:old: beards fight it out
Jill m’dear it’s a toot point but<br> are you wearing a falsie or is it a true scissor beast ?<br> The last woman I saw with a beard like that…
h’mmm think back gamble…<br> ah yes !….
going back
I was shaking my stick with authorty<br> down an arthritic ally as I slow stepped it from the Bois de Boloigne<br> having had my first McFlurry of the night<br> when I turned a corner of a cobblestoine steet some time later<br> with that taught expectancy a wine head gives you<br> to find something a sip better, <br>and yes BEAU JO LAIS nouvelle – I found it AHA <br>just as expected in the forest of Pigalle – the animal part of Paris where sheep roam -<br> where I came quite unexpectedly across a jewel oif a woman with a ripe donkey beard<br> quite as long as Rasputin’s but a fraction his age and not half as grey but orthodox and just as mad
As I closed in, her beard was far longer than mine<br> and fearing the competition and feeling my legs<br> I doubled back and settled for a reverse order<br> McMuffin next to a friend’s house who just happened <br> to be a devotee of Satre.<br> I like Satre<br> but decided to settle settle settle in<br> next door<br> just wanting a plain bun without french mustard<br> or headscarf :notworthy:
An old crooked face was soon looking in at me<br> from the frost of the window glass<br> It was my :old: friend who liked the marquis de Satre
flatCAPgamble :laugh:
quick
(Edited by gamble at 9:49 pm on Aug. 11, 2006)
:old: Carry on nurse
Kenneth WIlliams..
" You may not realise it but I was once a weak man "
Hattie Jacques…
" Once a week is enough for any man !"
<br>flatcapgamble… I prefer Charlie Drake…
my wanger wont come back – I’ve chucked the thing till I’m blue in the face, I am a big disgrace<br>
Kenneth Williams ~ "Infamy! Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me" beats Drake’s boomerang by a wide arc.Imo
Funny thing about razerboy<br> is
no-one ever talks about him
..as he lies nose up<br> under piles of <br> insignificant words<br> of little or no consequence
That’s where a life of berating<br> can gets you<br> shovelled beneath leaves of bickering vowels<br> and hard-pressed tortuous consonants
<br> … the woods were dark and foreboding<br> and the stranger sensed that sinsiter eyes<br> were watching his every step,<br> as he picked his way slowly through<br> the pungent undergrowth<br> It was then,<br> as the trees fought the wind <br> to twist and make pointless shadows<br> that he uncovered the evil eyes<br> of the wood secret;<br> a shallow grave<br> and beneath a mouth<br> stuffed full of letters.<br> Who in hell had uncovered his mouth ?
<br> flatcapgamble.. plaguerized from the dark ee ‘n side<br>
The shutters
of the two up
one down
top heavy
loft conversion
in Bagnolet
beckons.French cafe
the cup to drown Darwin in
and the wonderful officiousness
on a wicker chair
then off it
and on with that small
skirt to pay the rent
down the tail of pig alley
retract the nostrils
blank the mind
or sell a large canvass
of laughable art
drawn with a wicked
pendulous breast.A Ricard to decide
Duck down…
A dark’een production
a gold cross fertilisation
a malevolent sign !
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