Silliness for Bank Holiday Monday - My sincerest apologies William Wordsworth

[DTCwordfan]

Sorry ye great bard of my old home, the Lakes,

Anybody fancy writing AB verse this evening?

Here we go


"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er ABers and Eds,
When all at once I saw a motley crowd,
A host of golden threads;
Beside the Chatterbank, beneath the trees,
Prudie’s dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the Jayne that shines
and twinkle on the Mamya Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a dodgy Page:
Cupid, Boxie and Ummm saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly rants.

The AB Boys beside them danced; but they,
No one out-did the sparkling Bibblebub in glee:
An Aber it could not but be Crafty,
From all like Doc or Grommie are in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the Site to me had brought:

For oft the evening, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Lady Alex flashes upon that inward eye
Which is the Karen’s bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances inside the AB mills"

[sandyRoe]

In AB land did jogger Jane
a stately pleasure dome decree
Strong drink to hand for all who thirsted
But there was only tea for me.

Need a bit of work...

[TWR]

A bird can sing with a broken wing
But not with a broken heart.
I can hear an Ch,B cheer
But I cannot see their face

Why OH why do we come on here
Only to spite & condemn others
this site is for you to think and say
Hello, Hello, Chatterbank lovers.

[boxtops]

with apologies to William Blake:


and did those words in ancient time
float from the AB mountains green?
and was the wholly word of Ed
on ABs' ears a tuneful theme?
and did his countenance sublime
smile on the ABers, unseen?
and was the Internet itself
a better place, for AB's scene?

[DTCwordfan]

very good both of you - with Jayne substitute gin or wine, sandy!

[DTCwordfan]

Excellent, Boxie Blake who has certainly emerged from the Poet's Lake.

[micmak]

Chatterbank chatterbank burning bright,
In the throes of the night.
What immoral deed I do
Can save me from that girl called Boo.

[DTCwordfan]

Lol, micmak

[ttfn]

Anyone up for a tenner, son?

On either side ABers sit
Long threads of angst, some of wit
That vent the spleen and make teeth grit
And thro it all Ed reads what's writ
To AB you do Come-A-Lot
And down and down ABers go,
Gazing in the dungeon below
Galleyed slaves, row upon row,
The land of That's Your Lot!

Faces whiten, fingers quiver,
Little faces dusk and shiver
Through bans that run for ever
By the grace of Ed, The Giver
Flowing down to Come-A-Lot
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of followers,
And the silent Ed imbowers
The call of 'That's Your Lot !'

By the moderators, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy bolts trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shalloweth flitteth, now curtail'd
Skimming down to Come-A-Lot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of 'That's Your Lot!'

<<better stop right there>>

[DTCwordfan]

brill ttfn....who was the original poet, I do not recognise it - sounds like Browning or perhaps a better guess Tennyson?

[Mamyalynne]

Tenner, son, the clues are there.

Brilliant odes by all

[albaqwerty]

ttfn, wonderful as ever. x

[ttfn]

;o) you fibber DT!
I will now be singing that all ruddy night - had to do it for School Founders Day back a while, lol. Went on for ages, so it did. I have the complete works of Alfred - had to learn a poem off by heart - thank goodness for The Eagle - think he must have been off colour that day or at least running out of ink ☺

[DTCwordfan]

I love public speaking and have done pressies to over a 1000 but poetry recital from memory I hate! Compering and joke/story telling, fine.....but

I can't sing either......in China, my staff would join in, not to save "face" but to save their ears!

[ttfn]

excuse me DT - hello alba, missed you lately - hope you are well x
Thank you Mamya x

[DTCwordfan]

No probs at all.......

[tamborine]

not J. Betjeman

Come friendly bombs and fall down ‘ere
When abers drink too much beer
And come online and exact some fear
To lesser mortals like me

Don’t spare the Ed
If he has suspend-ded
Me again, as is his want
If I don’t submit to his rant

Clean the slate and level the field
So we can all glean the yield
Of pastures green and crops anew
Full of friends new & old
To share, learn and be told !

[ttfn]

Even you could manage The Eagle, DT

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

[albaqwerty]

excuse me DT, Hi ttfn, Usual aches and pains, but he's gone to his bed now.


DT, I found some of your work on a thread from ages ago, Intricate lines and very pleasing to view. (That sounds awful but I leave the use of decent language to Ena x)

[DTCwordfan]

I had one(recent one) on the other night, alba, can't remember which thread - dont know whether you saw that

[boxtops]

AB with me, fast falls the eventide,
Arguments deepen, words on either side.
When posters flounce and other posters flee
Those made of sterner stuff, AB with me.