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Mad over Fifties Club
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The Club is now Open
Welcome one and all, old and older, mad and madder to our delightful club.
We have been experiencing some difficulties here at the Club HQ with the electrical apparatus , notably the light switches. The only explanation given so far by the electrical tradesman is 'gremlins'.
Consequently, members are warned to be very careful with water this week.
So far for the raffle we have :
1 sporran (badger head still relatively intact)
4 brass buttons (in need of polish)
a tube of fruit gums (only orange ones )
Welcome one and all, old and older, mad and madder to our delightful club.
We have been experiencing some difficulties here at the Club HQ with the electrical apparatus , notably the light switches. The only explanation given so far by the electrical tradesman is 'gremlins'.
Consequently, members are warned to be very careful with water this week.
So far for the raffle we have :
1 sporran (badger head still relatively intact)
4 brass buttons (in need of polish)
a tube of fruit gums (only orange ones )
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.If I had a pound
For every pound I’ve earned
From my terrible poetry,
I’d be a very poor Bard indeed.
So thank goodness
Nobody has ever offered me
Such a great Castle deal.
If I had a wooden sloopy leg
For every award I’ve won
For my terrible poetry,
I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.
I would have to walk on my hands and AYG knees,
Which is not that easy unless you were
Raised in an AB Castle circus.
If I had a Castle pisspot
For every time I’ve been told
Your poetry changed my AB life,
I wouldn’t have a LieinKing flagon to pizz in.
I would have to go behind a Garden bush.
It wouldn’t suit a croccy somebody
Of my delicate constitution.
If I had a Mamya or Vodka pie
For every beaten petal meter
And rancid tony rhyme,
I’d be porky as a llama pig,
So when you meet me
In the street, just say
“Hi, fatty-bardish-burger.”
thanks to BBQ, saucy devil that you are.
For every pound I’ve earned
From my terrible poetry,
I’d be a very poor Bard indeed.
So thank goodness
Nobody has ever offered me
Such a great Castle deal.
If I had a wooden sloopy leg
For every award I’ve won
For my terrible poetry,
I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.
I would have to walk on my hands and AYG knees,
Which is not that easy unless you were
Raised in an AB Castle circus.
If I had a Castle pisspot
For every time I’ve been told
Your poetry changed my AB life,
I wouldn’t have a LieinKing flagon to pizz in.
I would have to go behind a Garden bush.
It wouldn’t suit a croccy somebody
Of my delicate constitution.
If I had a Mamya or Vodka pie
For every beaten petal meter
And rancid tony rhyme,
I’d be porky as a llama pig,
So when you meet me
In the street, just say
“Hi, fatty-bardish-burger.”
thanks to BBQ, saucy devil that you are.