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The AB Halloween
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Enjoy your Halloween evening be it live or on AB
Any spooky stories?
(If I have missed anybody, then sorry, there's only so much around the quib of a fire)
The Bard shall now narrate you tales of AB heroes
and of Minty Goats who walked as tony-men
On AYG or Hopkirk Pennine mountains where the fluffy wind ever blows
or across the moonie-lit and wild Lottie fen.
I shall tell you mazie tales that once Mrs Overall told
of noble Lady Js and As and their duncer men-underlings jan bold
Of Owdhamers and Stokes who bet to have bank accounts full of TTFN gold
in AB annemollie bat-caves their maidup nibble money factor residing.
The Bard shall narrate zeuhl tales of AB micmak and mojo outlaws
and of Fredkins, tilly and Baldric’s ratter hounds that roam in the jonny night
Of Nungate Towers, its secret carrust doors
where QoM and her mum occasionally fight.
I shall tell you carandog tales of gness and her male bands
some buried now beneath her ginge shed sands
Where alba, welshies and wbm have long held morning hands
their remarks equal to R&S spirits Naomi withering.
The Bard shall prophesise the wendilla station, the jogger future
with Bibble and Oldred disguise in the salla past
as for many an ABer we rot and, unlike tinks and evian, our beauty fades
and Venator Apothesis’ salvation seldom sandyroe lasts.
I shall tell you woofgang tales of AB barnies jake-peg fought
of jno quests that come to vivanddorron suspension and tenrec naught
Of MT, ABerrrant and Rae opinions so zac sought
and of Ed’s banning and danny thread demolition to end it.
The Bard shall relate the Night of the Cazz ghostly khandro fest
where LieIn, dustypuss and Boxtops rover cats quiver and nest
beneath the AB bar, Prudie’s Asbo and wolf ready to bazilestrike
any devilish Excelsior misdeeds and witches squarebear conquests
I shall tell you a modeller of slinky yarns of AB kennedity jokes,
Marval, Jemisa and Starbuck dicky pokes
their stories questionably mcmouse bespoke made to make us kiki croak
until the evening late, the AOG dark draws in to form its scary gromit shroud
So, come gather all, ABers by, em, my borealis theta fire
let the AB Jeza candlelight be our dotty stage
Sibbo, ann, rowan, and pasta shall be our tambo choir
and Voddie, NoM and Eccles our f and b sages.
Don’t bring forth the AB souls of ric.ror days gone by
with a thousand SAB lines, they would fill their trollish knobby lies
Till the glowing ummmm embers of our Lazygun Halloween fire fade and die
and, “B00”, Mamya’s night-night song and craftie cloak wraps around us.
Happy Halloween, Ed and all ABers
Any spooky stories?
(If I have missed anybody, then sorry, there's only so much around the quib of a fire)
The Bard shall now narrate you tales of AB heroes
and of Minty Goats who walked as tony-men
On AYG or Hopkirk Pennine mountains where the fluffy wind ever blows
or across the moonie-lit and wild Lottie fen.
I shall tell you mazie tales that once Mrs Overall told
of noble Lady Js and As and their duncer men-underlings jan bold
Of Owdhamers and Stokes who bet to have bank accounts full of TTFN gold
in AB annemollie bat-caves their maidup nibble money factor residing.
The Bard shall narrate zeuhl tales of AB micmak and mojo outlaws
and of Fredkins, tilly and Baldric’s ratter hounds that roam in the jonny night
Of Nungate Towers, its secret carrust doors
where QoM and her mum occasionally fight.
I shall tell you carandog tales of gness and her male bands
some buried now beneath her ginge shed sands
Where alba, welshies and wbm have long held morning hands
their remarks equal to R&S spirits Naomi withering.
The Bard shall prophesise the wendilla station, the jogger future
with Bibble and Oldred disguise in the salla past
as for many an ABer we rot and, unlike tinks and evian, our beauty fades
and Venator Apothesis’ salvation seldom sandyroe lasts.
I shall tell you woofgang tales of AB barnies jake-peg fought
of jno quests that come to vivanddorron suspension and tenrec naught
Of MT, ABerrrant and Rae opinions so zac sought
and of Ed’s banning and danny thread demolition to end it.
The Bard shall relate the Night of the Cazz ghostly khandro fest
where LieIn, dustypuss and Boxtops rover cats quiver and nest
beneath the AB bar, Prudie’s Asbo and wolf ready to bazilestrike
any devilish Excelsior misdeeds and witches squarebear conquests
I shall tell you a modeller of slinky yarns of AB kennedity jokes,
Marval, Jemisa and Starbuck dicky pokes
their stories questionably mcmouse bespoke made to make us kiki croak
until the evening late, the AOG dark draws in to form its scary gromit shroud
So, come gather all, ABers by, em, my borealis theta fire
let the AB Jeza candlelight be our dotty stage
Sibbo, ann, rowan, and pasta shall be our tambo choir
and Voddie, NoM and Eccles our f and b sages.
Don’t bring forth the AB souls of ric.ror days gone by
with a thousand SAB lines, they would fill their trollish knobby lies
Till the glowing ummmm embers of our Lazygun Halloween fire fade and die
and, “B00”, Mamya’s night-night song and craftie cloak wraps around us.
Happy Halloween, Ed and all ABers
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One more verse to sweep up some of my mental stragglers.....(to insert)
The Bard shall raid his stock of fgt missiles and dave rockets
to Trigger and celebrate this AB fest of Wharton ghouls
Grey spotit hairs, lcg beetle black lips, eddie wrinkles and flunky sockets
all adding to this wyedyed night of arksided cesspools
I shall release the gavmacp sound of a thousand alien buenchico sheep
dressed in outfits of Chuckfickens tailors so netibiza cheap
that in the Fredpuli of the morning, all ABers may sloopy weep
All Saints day having dawned, Good Morning ABers once more spawned.
The Bard shall raid his stock of fgt missiles and dave rockets
to Trigger and celebrate this AB fest of Wharton ghouls
Grey spotit hairs, lcg beetle black lips, eddie wrinkles and flunky sockets
all adding to this wyedyed night of arksided cesspools
I shall release the gavmacp sound of a thousand alien buenchico sheep
dressed in outfits of Chuckfickens tailors so netibiza cheap
that in the Fredpuli of the morning, all ABers may sloopy weep
All Saints day having dawned, Good Morning ABers once more spawned.
The night alight with Ed and Mod wind, fire and rain
The Bard ready with a story of Machivellian 237SJ infamy
ABer kids trembling, their parents astrain
The screams a precious Halloween Old Geezer symphony
I shall goodlife gargle and knowabit bubble, a deep wrench of a groan
The sound of three hundred cupids to moan
Special China Doll treats to those with a sherrard birthstone
The gnawing and gnashing of trolls, the sizzling and smell of Hell's charcoal.
The Bard ready with a story of Machivellian 237SJ infamy
ABer kids trembling, their parents astrain
The screams a precious Halloween Old Geezer symphony
I shall goodlife gargle and knowabit bubble, a deep wrench of a groan
The sound of three hundred cupids to moan
Special China Doll treats to those with a sherrard birthstone
The gnawing and gnashing of trolls, the sizzling and smell of Hell's charcoal.
The Bard loves to recount Frankenstein, played by youngmafbog
Mary Shelley, hubby Percy and Byron a little competition and game
to write a lurid character, bloody and bolted, a future sure AB watchdog,
until Horseshoes, her feminine charms, the Halloween ogre she tamed
I shall reveal to ABers and their kids such tails of fright
That cupid, Canary, Smowball, desktop, and whoever will want sight
Of AB’s Saints Day first hints of dawn’s eerie 2sp light
No crosses or stakes permitted in here, just old fashioned AB fear.
Mary Shelley, hubby Percy and Byron a little competition and game
to write a lurid character, bloody and bolted, a future sure AB watchdog,
until Horseshoes, her feminine charms, the Halloween ogre she tamed
I shall reveal to ABers and their kids such tails of fright
That cupid, Canary, Smowball, desktop, and whoever will want sight
Of AB’s Saints Day first hints of dawn’s eerie 2sp light
No crosses or stakes permitted in here, just old fashioned AB fear.
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