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DIANE slipped out of her bed wearily pulling on her sheer silken stockings slowly and shifting her slender black shapes into two BIG GREEN GIANT shoes. Soon they were on and GOD slightly teetered,but after stabilizing herself, she sashayed over in a little red robe she had slipped into to greet the small window in the corner of the room, and, as she pulled up the blind, her robe fell, and the room filled quickly with glorious sunlight of such a hue never seen by any mortal before, and the rays looked on admiringly at their creator standing there in resplendent form and in possession of the finest literary beauty, and anon, when the coffee was on, she sat down with her ten little friends, who were always with her,and with a combined or, sometimes changing hand, started to write on and on and on and on….
An awkward poem may follow with thirteen verses and fifty two difficult lines, hopefully before the deadline,
or alternatively, if the scriber is word dumb, or if it is so good, to be considered in the plaguerised class, I may decide put gamble back in his resident sock drawer, and lock him away for fifty moons and a day, to take pity on his prey, and tear up his proposed odds on ditty, and just throw it away – what a DAMNED pity !
I awoke a little restless at 5:50am, very early for me, but I do have a lot on today. I opened the sock drawer, then put the kettle on, and ignoring the PG, went for the Darjeeling Breakfast, minus any milk, and sat down with the ‘smith and he wrote on and on and by 7.10 it was finished. I added some finishing touches and a title then transported him to the drawer and popped him in and he slept on. The poem contained thirteen verses and fifty two difficult lines and it will be presented, or possibly it may not, on the last day of this month. It’s of average standard – nothing special – but he was in a humorous mood and that was his style rather than dark or wiley. Strangely my tea was only half drunk – I made it for him and he must have got carried away in a mind fest of words that distracted his other appetites.
I have read all the contributions and found all fascinating in different ways. I may write some other throwaway lines for amusement throughout the month or I may not.
Do have a wonderful day.
Chezza’s clearly written the best two poems, but then Chezza had the advantage of choosing the best, same, subject matter for both – Chezza.
But that’s enough of Chezza, writing about Chezza, what does everyone else want to write about Chezza?
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"The poem gamble wrote this
morning, if it ever sees the light of day, was rather predictably about CHEZZA.
which is undoubtedly a very rich many layered topic – possibly resembling the rich dark chocolate cake with sprinklings of hundreds and thousands exposed on Flutter over 21 years ago pre the Clone Wars.Of the many and varied offerings in this hallowed hall of words I must say I would pick out Triptych’s for special mention – a three sided word I often have difficulty with – writing it Try (just corrected) and find the other two Jac and Tippi far easier.
It brought fond memories back of the two inimitable Flowerpotmen Bill and Ben and not forgetting the little weed or the man who owned the little house who eventually finishes his dinner.
What I liked was the story element and the fact it touched a nerve.
I do not think a poem has to rhyme – the lounge is very forgiving – NOW. (Sorry Tank – you know what I mean ol’ son)
* I have noticed that quite a few others have picked on the CHEZZA theme including Ian Davies who has had a barrage of entries ( although defines as two). Those that have made serial entries (Davies, Steeplechasing, inter alia) are to be highly commended.
* * *To Tippi below
1/3 last time but a non-runner. My back is on the mend but still sore.
I came second once with two entries – The Cheltenham Hill (4 lines) and the Fly (possibly 80 lines) – a horsefly who met a poor end and was judged by an outsider to the forum. The fly got me second place.
My form is 2/ so nothing great.Thank you Gamble glad you enjoyed my little ditty
I would have liked to have submitted Quentin Blake style illustrations with it to bring out the character of the subjects especially …
The Hack .. a good looking sort – a grey gelding by Dark Angel who had seen great success on the racecourse but didn’t quite cut the mustard at stud.
Look forward to your poem at the end of the month Gamble. You are certainly giving it plenty of tempting trailers on here building up our anticipation of what is to come and clever tactics to submit your entry at the last stroke of midnight on the final day.
I have a feeling you will walk off with the award..
Jac, Tippi & Triptych
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...Me mate Rossa Ryan
has been a cryin
kicked out of Amo RacingBut he’ll bounce back
in the middle of the pack
timing it with good pacingHappy now
and really embracing
The leader in sight,
its time for chasing
WATCH OUT.!!
Soumillon here and not much spacingElbows out
time for displacingGaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
They sneered
The horse dug his heels
the same horse reared
someone said who is he
someone said hes weirdThey Cheered
The race began
the jockey steered
the weird horse won
his name BLACKBEARDGaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
. I opened the sock drawer, then put the kettle on
What’s the kettle doing in your sock drawer.
You've got to accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative.
Latch on to the affirmative.
Don't mess with mister in between.Its a much better system than leaving your socks in the kettle
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“Its a much better system than leaving your socks in the kettle”
Not if you keep your loose leaf tea inside them Nathan.
Things turn out best for those who make the best of how things turn out...” But that’s enough of Chezza, writing about Chezza, what does everyone else want to write about Chezza? ”
Jesus Chezza that’s pulling the pin on the grenade then throwing it up in the air above you lol
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* I have noticed that quite a few others have picked on the CHEZZA theme including Ian Davies who has had a barrage of entries ( although defines as two). Those that have made serial entries (Davies, Steeplechasing, inter alia) are to be highly commended.
Chezza is the trf master of disguise ….
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A poem that isn’t about Chezza is like cheese and biscuits without the cheese.
Or the biscuits.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Cheese without biscuits
is like biscuits
without cheese
more biscuits, Gromit?
I’d rather
more cheese,
if you pleaseGaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
Chezza a narcissist? I think we are at the point where we should be saying that Narcissus was a Chezzasist.
I think this song describes Chezza a.k.a (I.D)
You've got to accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative.
Latch on to the affirmative.
Don't mess with mister in between.The Simon song ekes realism and slow dances tantalizingly with realities dripping in emotions of loss and being ditched by an ultimate cheater and user and discarder – enter or exit one Beatty, if one believes the old worn narrative, the ultimate b*stard and narcissist extreme. He grew up in his seventies – which is no hope for a lot on here who consider that age as a man in nappies. Most older actors are bastards – too much too young – Sorry, Clint I don’t feel so lucky and you don’t make my day anymore punk, and I make no exception for you at a youngish 92 – you should know better !
In Chezza’s defence he doesn’t do parties and the only circuit he’s into has four legged bitches with the odd old nag on their back running around chasing rails !
Tippi 🌹 I answered via edit.
Confession : I love narcissists but have left a party when I find myself in a competing group of who’s got the biggest tongue !
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