Twas March the Fourth. good Lord so soon
When loyal subjects keened, nay swooned
To hear foul storms atop the news
That Dear Queen Bet was rent of stool
Tis Eight O morn, it headeth herald
The bugle blasted swards and heath
A nation checked would she were welleth
Stool be made , or bounden free.
Oh did it splatter twixt the throne
Did courtly Bentley green we`re told
Did Ma`am raise good, go on her own
Or footstool laid for her below?
Oh prithee tell me good sir Humph
Dear Justin,bring us forth your news
A nation checks its bowls and bowels
Thus rarely queenly squits break through
Unto Today where Witchell Nick
Enquireth Bristol valid true
Firm yet yielding section crossed
Of royal issue, stooling groom
And now hushed tones, in reverent fear
That plastic sheets may`nt cope with t`gush
Yet, Bless our Monarch, wave forsooth
Or be that waft, Royal toadies hushed
Oh dear Beloved Queen of hearts and minds
Now add the bottoms to her bynde!
Monday 4 March 2013
Le `hUbe.
`Twas a gay pleasure indeed to find myself perambulating `twixt the railway stations of this joyous splendid town, when I first chanced upon La Place des Comestibles that turns out to known as Le h`Ube to the local yeomanry.
Trenchermen all, no doubt.
So was it not grand to be so invited to dine and be seated at the foot of a sumptous salle de manger?
The local gentlemen of the road bid me tarry did they not/ Who was I indeed to gainsay these splendid fellows en passant between Yeovil and Weymouth, set foursquare to a prevaillant that I deemed maybe south, bidding upon the South and westerly so familiar to we country folk.
Oh how fragrant the carefully sauteed cabbage, how visionary the creamed potatoes turned out to be. Le Viande was clearly sourced in the locale and le Bisto de jus was a riotous pleasure upon the tongue.
Les carrottes were similarly of a craven vintage that begged culmination as I playfully toyed with them atop the formica de table.
Yes-only the best Adams ale followed and a rapturous custarde avec melange de fruts des tinnes set the very seal on a topping day.
My pet fly Jean enjoyed the shit that was outside on the entrance step too.
Oh, give it neuf dear boy...at least a neufs a neuf!
Lets hope it be a fair wind for when I deign to test the flophouse palace by Weymouths old gasometer...they say it be a splendour as Spring enfolds.
Trenchermen all, no doubt.
So was it not grand to be so invited to dine and be seated at the foot of a sumptous salle de manger?
The local gentlemen of the road bid me tarry did they not/ Who was I indeed to gainsay these splendid fellows en passant between Yeovil and Weymouth, set foursquare to a prevaillant that I deemed maybe south, bidding upon the South and westerly so familiar to we country folk.
Oh how fragrant the carefully sauteed cabbage, how visionary the creamed potatoes turned out to be. Le Viande was clearly sourced in the locale and le Bisto de jus was a riotous pleasure upon the tongue.
Les carrottes were similarly of a craven vintage that begged culmination as I playfully toyed with them atop the formica de table.
Yes-only the best Adams ale followed and a rapturous custarde avec melange de fruts des tinnes set the very seal on a topping day.
My pet fly Jean enjoyed the shit that was outside on the entrance step too.
Oh, give it neuf dear boy...at least a neufs a neuf!
Lets hope it be a fair wind for when I deign to test the flophouse palace by Weymouths old gasometer...they say it be a splendour as Spring enfolds.
Le `hUbe.
`Twas a gay pleasure indeed to find myself perambulating `twixt the railway stations of this joyous splendid town, when I first chanced upon La Place des Comestibles that turns out to known as Le h`Ube to the local yeomanry.
Trenchermen all, no doubt.
So was it not grand to be so invited to dine and be seated at the foot of a sumptous salle de manger?
The local gentlemen of the road bid me tarry did they not/ Who was I indeed to gainsay these splendid fellows en passant between Yeovil and Weymouth, set foursquare to a prevaillant that I deemed maybe south, bidding upon the South and westerly so familiar to we country folk.
Oh how fragrant the carefully sauteed cabbage, how visionary the creamed potatoes turned out to be. Le Viande was clearly sourced in the locale and le Bisto de jus was a riotous pleasure upon the tongue.
Les carrottes were similarly of a craven vintage that begged culmination as I playfully toyed with them atop the formica de table.
Yes-only the best Adams ale followed and a rapturous custarde avec melange de fruts des tinnes set the very seal on a topping day.
My pet fly Jean enjoyed the shit that was outside on the entrance step too.
Oh, give it neuf dear boy...at least a neufs a neuf!
Lets hope it be a fair wind for when I deign to test the flophouse palace by Weymouths old gasometer...they say it be a splendour as Spring enfolds.
Trenchermen all, no doubt.
So was it not grand to be so invited to dine and be seated at the foot of a sumptous salle de manger?
The local gentlemen of the road bid me tarry did they not/ Who was I indeed to gainsay these splendid fellows en passant between Yeovil and Weymouth, set foursquare to a prevaillant that I deemed maybe south, bidding upon the South and westerly so familiar to we country folk.
Oh how fragrant the carefully sauteed cabbage, how visionary the creamed potatoes turned out to be. Le Viande was clearly sourced in the locale and le Bisto de jus was a riotous pleasure upon the tongue.
Les carrottes were similarly of a craven vintage that begged culmination as I playfully toyed with them atop the formica de table.
Yes-only the best Adams ale followed and a rapturous custarde avec melange de fruts des tinnes set the very seal on a topping day.
My pet fly Jean enjoyed the shit that was outside on the entrance step too.
Oh, give it neuf dear boy...at least a neufs a neuf!
Lets hope it be a fair wind for when I deign to test the flophouse palace by Weymouths old gasometer...they say it be a splendour as Spring enfolds.
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