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Thank you, thank you. Our whole tribe (and it is a tribe!) had a lovely time. Mind, I experienced an awkward moment when I asked my Mother where [i:ni5c3r7f]my[/i:ni5c3r7f] present was! (I think I've been spending too much time on this forum! :?)
I see hobbit customs are spilling over into the real world. :mrgreen:
Well, I keep saying that some of us have Hobbit blood in us :mrgreen: . I think Odo is further evidence for my case <img src='/images/smileys/wink.gif' border='0' alt='Wink Smilie' /> (Mr Banks that is, Wise Odo clearly has some Istari genetic markers :ugeek: ).

Gandalf? Wise Odo? Maybe.... 8-) Mr Banks? No,. we're not friends anymore... turned up [i:abzu738u]univited[/i:abzu738u] at my Mother's Surprise Birthday Party! I'd call that a nasty surprise!
Now, now, Odo&Odo! No fighting! End up like Gollum you will <img src='/images/smileys/sad.gif' border='0' alt='Sad Smilie' /> .

Surely the Hobbit half and Wizard half can reconcile (I know mine do quite well <img src='/images/smileys/wink.gif' border='0' alt='Wink Smilie' /> ).

Hello GB! <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' /> I feel like a great burden, a millstone of hobbity proportions, has been exorcised! You know, I was beginning to feel like I was merely the Wise half of a halfwit! But now with [i:3v7rksyw]HIM[/i:3v7rksyw] gone, I can breathe (and channel) freely! :ugeek:
Awesome :mrgreen: ! Greetings Wise Odo. I must say your solution to the problem is most...erm...Wise indeed 8-) . Not exactly the solution my Hobbit and Wizard Alters (Selves) used to reconcile themselves, but it works--and brilliantly at that. I can only hope that my dear Hobbity friend Mr Banks is happy with this arrangement. Now I have two friends where previously I had one.

Such an arrangement as yours and Mr Banks could have profound implications for other Hobbit Wizards such as myself. Indeed I am reminded strongly of my adventurous foray into The Prisoner forum several months ago after the unfortunate reboot aired. A local Scholarly friend of mine and I made the journey together and we engaged our complementary arguments with fellow Prisoners on that forum. My friend Cyrano (as in de Bergerac) is quite hot-headed and quick with a rapier wit when he feels his intelligence is being insulted, and has a tendency to flowery rhetoric. I of course, for all my own intellectual self-assurance, am much more conciliatory in tone and engage in more matter-of-fact rhetoric.

Well, a couple of right Village Idiots who disagreed with our points of view grew hostile very quickly. Ol' Cyrano leaped into the fray as quickly as his quick-tempered namesake while I attempted to damp out the brush fires. Meanwhile, despite the Scorched environment, Cyrano and I backed up our position with mountains of evidence and well reasoned arguments. The Village Idiots had no real arguments to back up their point and simply poured on the ad hominem.

In so doing the VI proffered the ludicrous notion that Cyrano and I were one and the same poster with two online identities :o , apparently unable to distinguish between our two very different styles. The crybabies were so enraged at this possibility they threatened to call upon the site administration to "expose" this perceived charade :roll: . Needless to say, the site administration, recognizing the provocations of the VI, left well enough alone. Left to fend for themselves, the VI found themselves increasingly isolated; and in the end, Cyrano and my arguments won the day :ugeek: .

In any case, this is a fascinating path you have chosen.

Just popped in to count Odo's <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' />

GB take it as a compliment that they assumed you were so masterfull as too take on two personnas in your writing. But for those "Village Idiots" (love that incidentally :lol: ) to mistake two such clear personalities would be like someone on here mistaking Wise Odo for Mr Banks (or the mysterious third Odo). What fools!!

P.S. GB where might this forum lie? I loved the original but haven't seen the reboot yet, however a watch of the trailers and some stuff I read about left me feeling horrified and mystified in equal proportions. I could do with somewhere to vent my outrage!!! :twisted: Its all so civilized around here.
Odo Banks comes from Rushock Bog (below Needlehole) if my memory does not deceive me. As to if he is a Village Idiot - I'm certainly not one to cast nasturtiums. That's for other folk to decide. Thanks for the warm werlcome anyhow, GB. You might be a damn Liberal, but you are always civilized!

And Mr Tyrant, it is sad in a way that we don't rant and rave here, but humour can be the sharpest knife at times, while getting a laugh at the same time. I think the fact folk can laugh at themselves as well at (and with) others is a somewhat healthy practice. Serious Nerdiness still prevails here! I'm reminded of these sage words of Aristophanes.

[i:12iqccbn]Be it known that we chuckle, but we never do truckle,
Our hearts on the sleeve, we say what we mean,
None here rant and rave (though GB misbehaves,
And Eldo tends to bore with all of his Lore,
And Mr Tyrant can get a bit like Python's rabbit,
And Tinuviel we all know has a very cute nose...
Oh I got lost on the way in - what was I sayin'...?)
Oh the point that I make, and make no mistake,
We're a pack of fine Nerds, but at least we're not turds![/i:12iqccbn]

Wise Odo
Looking forward to more posts from Wise Odo <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' /> .

Petty, I'll have to dig through my email archives to find the link to the Prisoner Forum that I posted on. When I do, I think I'll post it on the sci fi thread so as to not clutter Odo's thread too much. In the meantime, I should say that McKellen's excellent performance made The Prisoner reboot worth watching. My main problem with the new miniseries is that the ending utterly upends the entire thrust of the original series, psychologically, philosophically and politically, and that it was done so [b:1rgb1n5s]intentionally[/b:1rgb1n5s] (this last question being the main bone of contention with the Village Idiots who wanted to write off the miniseries as merely "mediocre" without examining in-depth how and why the director intended to subvert the original).

Now I'm off before Wise Odo get's mad at me <img src='/images/smileys/wink.gif' border='0' alt='Wink Smilie' /> .

On holidays, in a good mood, just this once....! Yes, let's not make it a habit! (My goodness, I'm glad [i:32edmmnr]HE'S[/i:32edmmnr] gone! Like a wart being removed!)

Darn tootin'! :x
mmm.. what are [i:jvn5ffsl]you[/i:jvn5ffsl] doing here? Couldn't keep away, could you? :x I knew you couldn't live without me! 8-)
This should be interesting <img src='/images/smileys/wink.gif' border='0' alt='Wink Smilie' /> .

Are we going to get a Gollum-esque dialogue now? 8-)
I wonder if if Wise Odo's side of the argument will be in verse whilst Mr Banks is not one for such a flowery means of discourse.
I say the two of them should settle it with a joust whilst riding kangaroos.
I'd pay to see that <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' /> .

It can be part of Odo's TV show! [i:3q82lnxq]Wise Odo and Mr. Banks[/i:3q82lnxq], Episode 1: A Kangaroo Circus. Now THAT is great television. 8-)
It will be a cable HIT. :mrgreen:

What I need to do is get hold of a cable and whack you guys with it! :x I don't think you're taking this thread seriously! No, not at all. This is a place of learning (not book learning, of course not, that goes without saying!) It's not a place for jokes and banter and any kind of silliness at all! Also, I think you don't take the Great Poets seriously enough either. They all showed themselves to be great channelers - I only follow in their tradition and remember their words and wisdom as best I can! Reminds me of Walter de la Mare, actually:

[i:2uapv0he]Life is but a circus with atoms for the clowns,
Synapses in the brain, go swirling all around,
The Tao is not toey,
The Wise are riding Joeys,
Saddled grownup Joeys with claws tightly bound!

The waters lap the coastlines, frothy oily-blue,
Bird-brains think wisely (as bird-brains often do!)
The Universe is calling me,
The Forumers are boring me,
I seek that 'sighing' smiley - I could use one now 'tis true![/i:2uapv0he]

Wise Odo
Piffle and twaddle! If you're going to 'supposedly' quote great poets, at least get the quotes right. For instance I'm sure that...

[quote="Odo Banks":eysrelhg]Saddled grownup Joeys with claws tightly bound![/quote:eysrelhg]

...should actually read:

[i:eysrelhg]'The kangaroos are leaping, God-unbound.' [/i:eysrelhg]

And as for:

[quote="Odo Banks":eysrelhg]The waters lap the coastlines, frothy oily-blue,[/quote:eysrelhg]

It should read:

[i:eysrelhg]The oil-tankers drop their anchors in the boily-blue![/i:eysrelhg]

I'm sure there are other errors. I'll look it up. Yes, Mr Wise Odo-guy! I'm going to [b:eysrelhg]LOOK[/b:eysrelhg] it up in a [b:eysrelhg]BOOK[/b:eysrelhg]! :geek:

Odo Banks
[quote="Odo Banks":3bqchii5]Wise Odo[/quote:3bqchii5]

What's Wise Odo doing posting as you, Mr. Banks? :?
Now Eldorion, you are a young lad and not wise in the way of the world (though your Loremastery is renowned - by folk who respect that kind of thing!) but when two longtime acquaintances separate, well... well, sometimes confusion reigns... It's like longterm friends have lost themselves in each other and no longer know how to be themselves... Mr Banks obviously is so confused. (I'm not though, for I am truly wise! :ugeek: ) Also, clearly Mr Banks wouldn't know Great Poetry if it poked him with a stick. The poem above is obviously the concoction of his own (limited) imagination. The sad aspect is that Mr Banks clearly thought he was [i:to44xhsn]me [/i:to44xhsn](presumably due to our former close - platonic - relationship). It's all to do with the great 'unconcious' I think, but sadly it also reveals a certain delusional-dumbity. Funnily enough, I'm minded of some (actual) Walter de la Mare.

[i:to44xhsn]Oh how he pouts and loudly blows,
Just as loudly blows his nose!
Oh does he think his eyes are jewells?
Does he think his carrots, tools?
Oh poor delusional pathetic child,
His ideas airy! His plans full-wild!
What does he think he can achieve?
Eat the Earth? A basket weave?
The sad truth is, he's just a babe,
Sadly 'puerile' that's what they say. [/i:to44xhsn]

Wise Odo
[quote="Wise Odo":133fa1v2]sometimes confusion reigns.[/quote:133fa1v2]

I'd say confusion is reigned pretty strongly with you two, right now. :P
Yes, it's easy to see why you think what you think, but don't forget to see your inner self, Eldo, there you will see that Mr Banks stuffed things up, not me! :geek: Think of this short verse of Ovid's (who I'm not even sure was a poet - and yet he knew! He [i:11cq2579]knew[/i:11cq2579], Eldo!)

If you want know the truth,
Don't go and ask a badger,
'cause a badger will be adger...!
If you're looking to be soothed,
Don't go cuddle with a puddle,
Your world will be quite troubled,
Things will seem a trifle muddled,
Oh beware! For when you're puddled,
The critics will shout: "Befuddled!"
It's like that badger that is adger,
Self-doubt will surely cadger![/i:11cq2579]

Wise words.. Yes, wise words indeed! :ugeek:

Wise Odo
Is Mr. Banks impersonating Wise Odo again? :o
Indeed he is! I wish he'd try a bit harder not to be so absurd! :x It's like he puts [i:1xtmhs2a]'imagination' [/i:1xtmhs2a]before [i:1xtmhs2a]'concentration!'[/i:1xtmhs2a] :x ( :lol: :lol: )
errm... I channel - and channel - and then some more.... Is this spam? :?
I suspect a bot; I think a human spammer would have tried to be a little less obvious. GB will flush the turd when he's next online. <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' />
...soooo... did the [i:3kzha30x]turd[/i:3kzha30x] come from a [i:3kzha30x]bot[/i:3kzha30x]... or did the [i:3kzha30x]bot[/i:3kzha30x] come from a [i:3kzha30x]turd[/i:3kzha30x]...? :? :? :?
The bot [i:2mprf5wa]is[/i:2mprf5wa] the turd <img src='/images/smileys/wink.gif' border='0' alt='Wink Smilie' /> (I'd normally use a different word, but I don't want to offend anyone on the forum).
Tis a brave spammer that dares spread their muck on Wise Odo's thread- they're liable to a good talking to (in verse) that they will not soon forget.
Funnily enough, Mr Tyrant, I was pondering ([i:23706ve0]semi[/i:23706ve0]-channelling, actually, as was my mood at the time) and something seeped into my synapses... Lewis Carroll of all people...

[i:23706ve0]"When is a bot not a bot?
A bot's just snot,"
Said Eric Glot.
"Then what of turds?
Oh it's inferred,
That turds are turds,
Each and every time, I heard!"

"I just don't hate curds,
As much as turds,"
Said John Ahearne.
Then Eric Glot,
Stirred the pot,
With a thought that clots:
"When is a bot not a bot?!" [/i:23706ve0]

Mr Tyrant, I had completely forgotten this ditty of old Lewis. It's in his "Unremembered Mathematical Equations: A Caucus Race through Jelly."

...and there was this scrawled note on the underside of a tobacco box as well (apparently) - probably related:

[i:23706ve0]Said Mr Ahearne:
"I'm confused! Concerned!
If a bot's not a bot,
Then is it a turd?"[/i:23706ve0]

I'm not sure if this helps our case, and I'm not sure if I should be angry or not. Ha! My thoughts [i:23706ve0]do[/i:23706ve0] clot! :|
That was ... impressive. :lol:
Oh Eldo, I've had one of those deja vu (sic) experiences. You're impressed with my genius in 2010, and now they've discovered a poem, by Oscar Wilde, dealing exactly with the same kind of adoration from about 1892 (or thereabouts, give or take fifty years). Both Oscar and I obviously, deserve all our accolades. (I mean it [i:38o17d3x]humbly[/i:38o17d3x], of course!) Anyhow:

[i:38o17d3x]Dearest Correspondent, I find that I've been blessed,
Everyone who knows me has always been impressed!
My art was sent from heaven! My wit was sent by God,
(Mind, He's not at all witty - and so that's a little odd!)

Your letter made me so happy. Great praise does little hurt!
Oh I wish you could see me dance now, in my gorgeous floral skirt!
(My legs are finest Chippendale, carved from finest teak!
My testicles glint like crystal! But true Gentlemen never peek!)

I dance around the dining hall, with my good friend John,
(I can't criticize his clothing - the buggers 's got none on!)
Oh deary me! I must depart! Just for now I shan't write more!
It's a bother being legible while bouncing on a polished floor! [/i:38o17d3x]

Oh Eldo, I never knew Oscar Wilde and I had so much in common! (Not [i:38o17d3x]everything [/i:38o17d3x]in common, mind! :x )
I love a bit of Lewis Carrol, excellent! And now Wilde too! better and better. We are so lucky to have such a skilled (ahem) channeller in our midst. Im sure its this skill in you Wise Odo which is the root of Mr Bank's clear envy. <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' />
Indeed, Mr Tyrant. I've heard tell that Mr Banks takes a hand to poetry writing on the Common Threads and is something of a laughing stock. Sad, really. This kind of thing tends to happen when utter Amateurs try to pass off their own doodles as great works, and that's what he [i:3f54yngl]is [/i:3f54yngl]trying to do, [i:3f54yngl]make no mistake[/i:3f54yngl], Mr Tyrant! Actually, I fear Mr Banks has his hand on his doodle (metaphorically speaking) a bit more often than what's good for him - but I should be kind, I guess! :ugeek:
’ Oh my goodness!’ Four a.m.!!!! ’Oh such a horrid dream’ Why is that old poem of Aesop in my head’ What was it now’?

[i:1abmgx26]’Hello, Young Girl’ saith the Bunny,
(Seemeth He so cute and funny!)
’Hey! Girl walking on Green Hills,’ (says He),
’Come see my Magic Burrow with Me!’
The Young Girl smiled all cute dimples
(She only had the three sore pimples!)
’Oh if you were a Koala Bear,
I’d go with you most anywhere.’
The Bunny cast off his disguise,
’Oh Sweet Lass! You indeed are wise!
For see, I am in fact a Koala Bear,
And see those gum trees over there?
It’s the place we can go and play,
Where no Big Folk get in the way!’
The Young Girl clapped her hands in glee,
’Do you really want to play with Me?’
’Indeed! Indeed!’ The bear did smile,
’I truly love a fresh Young Child!’
Into the trees the New Friends danced,
(One in skirt and one in pants),
Her Family now sings a sad refrain,
For no one saw that Child again![/i:1abmgx26]

.. what’!? Why am I dreaming this sort of thing’? Sends a shiver down me spine! Hope it never happens to anyone I know’ Go back to sleep. Dream of people you can trust’ yep’ sleeeep’ silly old nightmare’ snorrrrr’.
Oddly enough Wise Odo your latest channeled masterpiece reminded of a poem with the unfortunate (from a modern perspective) title of 'The Dong with the Luminous Nose', the poor girl in your poem reminds me of the Jumbly girl in that work. Don't suppose you could channel some of his works (I think the poet was called Lear but thats from rusty memory- I really should be less lazy and look these things up, I'm sure a Lore-master such as Eldo or GB would! But I can never be ar*ed!).
Definitely Edward Lear. Sounds right up both Odos's alley.

The Dong with a Luminous Nose
by Edward Lear

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights;--
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore;--
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore:--

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night,--
A Meteor strange and bright:--
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.

Slowly it wanders,--pauses,--creeeps,--
Anon it sparkles,--flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along,--
'The Dong!--the Dong!
'The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
'The Dong! the Dong!
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!'

Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day,
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,--
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.'

Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing--gazing for evermore,--
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
'Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.'

But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said;--
--'What little sense I once possessed
'Has quite gone out of my head!'--
And since that day he wanders still
By lake or forest, marsh and hill,
Singing--'O somewhere, in valley or plain
'Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
'For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
'Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!'

Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
And because by night he could not see,
He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
On the flowery plain that grows.
And he wove him a wondrous Nose,--
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
Of vast proportions and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
--In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out;--
And with holes all round to send the light,
In gleaming rays on the dismal night.

And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wall of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the sqeak of his plaintive pipe
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild--all night he goes,--
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
And all who watch at the midnight hour,
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night,--
'This is the hour when forth he goes,
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!
'Yonder--over the plain he goes,
'He goes!
'He goes;
'The Dong with a luminous Nose!'

Ode to Tinuviel
(or: The Jumbly Girl)

[i:2nbrqwen]Oh Nose so white shining bright,
Oh Tinuviel! Oh pulsing light!
My heartstrings tight in lonely night,
I’m so bumbly! You’re Jumbly-like!
I think to love you! (Is that all right?) :oops:

I am audacious, but goodness gracious,
Your hair doth flow; your nose so spacious!
My heart beats a sweet tune salacious,
You’re a Shining Nose to many Races!
Races gracious and some rapacious!

Oh Jumbly Girl with hair a’twirl,
With eyes like pearls that glint, that twirl,
Oh please let down your love unfurled,
You make my juices whisk and whirl,
You wumbly tumbly jumbly girl!

They say naive boys are but toys,
For Jumbly Girls, so sweet so coy ’
Bringing them such sublime joy -
To little Troy! To grown up Roy!
And me too, Tin! Oh marry moy!

Oh Tinuviel, nose-light so bright,
Please won’t you light my life tonight?
I’ll give up smoking - I surely might,
And scrub my teeth a pearly white,
But I promise you I'll never bite
('cause that's not nice!).

Oh Jumbly Girl with lithe thin hips,
And even teeth that nip-nip-nip,
Give me a sip of your fulsome lips,
I’ll need no drug for you’ll be it!
Up on high clouds we’ll loftily sit!

Not rainy clouds. Not icy balls.
But fluffy cottonwool! And all
The Angels will up and call,
Out our names in Praise, evermore,
(Apparently that’s what the Angels are for).

It would be forever you and I,
Two twinkling lovers up in the sky,
We’d kiss and cuddle, coo and sigh,
We need not be shy - Angels don’t pry,
(I’m pretty sure they’d avert their eyes).

Oh how wumbly bumbly our lives would be,
Just me and you - just you and me,
Lovers embraced forever eternally,
Oh dearest me! How glad I’d be,
To be entwined with thee, eternally!

Oh Jumbly Girl with bounteous nose!
Sadly every Ode must come to a close,
And so too this Ode to grievous woe!
But as your Nose goes through the Snows,
Please remember both my knees and toes.[/i:2nbrqwen]

... It’s discomfiting to realize I don’t know which of those greats, Lear, Lewis, Tolkien or Lewis wrote this.... maybe one ’ or all ’ formed it in their heads but never put it to paper ’ that’s the problem you have with channelling ’ and nonsense...

Wise Odo
Stunnng Wise Odo, for all sorts of conflicting reasons. <img src='/images/smileys/bigsmile.gif' border='0' alt='Big Smile Smilie' />
Yes, no matter how much you try for a certain something when writing you always seem to get things not totally planned for, especially when channeling, which is my approach to writing poems generally, not just, as I do on this forum, channel the Great Works of Others. :ugeek: Mmm... poetry... disturbing things happen, connections are made, some knowingly with a certain amount of unease but lured nonetheless by the power of the images in your head, and some unknowingly, though they must be swirling around in the subconscious somewhere to begin with. Poetry is a dangerous road. It can do your head in. Even [i:1vclakgy]harmless[/i:1vclakgy] (?) nonsensical stuff! The Real with the Imaginary, Nonsense and Sense, Birdbrains and Taoists - errrr.... chill up my spine... because GB might be right about all his metaphysical gumph... grrrrr... another chill.... me agree that GB might be [i:1vclakgy]right[/i:1vclakgy] about anything! :shock:
[b:1a7xxg22]The Crabbity-shelled Barnacle and the Petty Tyrant[/b:1a7xxg22]

[i:1a7xxg22]Twock on a rock by winblown town,
On a coast beat by the frantic Atlantic,
Clung the Crabbit-shelled Barnacle.

In the town rude and defiant,
Ruled a misty Petty Tyrant,
(With his cage of Furry Haggises).

The Crabbity-shelled Barnacle
Was inside all moshy soft,
Despite his growly shell.

The Petty Tyrant was not pliant,
He'd killed his rivals,
And killed his friends (including his good friend Ben).

He'd pict a fight with the Picts,
And subsequently won it,
He put the rugged Scot on top!

A fearsome laddie (some say a baddie)
He won ten wenches by dissentions,
Turned them all against their Men
(Who he killed not once but twice again).

One crisp morn about dawn,
The Petty Tyrant walked by the coastal rock,
Espied the Crabbity-shelled Barnacle.

"Oh ock!" saideth he in utter glee,
He prised the Crabbity-shelled Barnacle
Freeing it's grippy tentacles.

Into his town he took it now,
And in a sweet delirium,
Put it in his big aquarian.

"'Ock twock the rock!"
The Petty Tyrant cried (apprised a hop),
"My Crabbity-shelled Barnacles
Are grown to number three!"

Oh Ock and Aye the Bonnie!!!!!

Oh bless the noble Tyrant,
He saved the Furry Haggis specie,
And the Crabbit-shelled Barnacle!

Oh aye, he killed twenty hundren men,
Cut them down with sword and scythe,
But remember too,
The Haggis and the Crabbity-shelled Barnacle...
He SAVED their LIVES![/i:1a7xxg22]

Quoted from Robbie Burns's "Poems Created on the Water Closet which were Not Written Down because the Doorbell Rang."

Wise Odo
Glorious, Odo the Wise! :lol:

Six Legged Pegasauce

[i:1qjtwcli]I saw a horse - and a horse is a horse of course of course -
And the name of the horse was Pegasauce...Pegasauce,
His name was Pegasauce!

The horse of course had six legs of course,
And his voice was coarse and he spoke with force,
He was a fine equine, with legs of insect kind (of course).

And he had fine wings, ding-ding ding-ding,
And as he flew he sanged and singed, on wing he singed,
Oh Peagsause was an awesome horse, an awesome horse was Pegasauce!

Alas! One day he got crushed by a bus, by a bus got crushed,
He broke his wing and both his nuts - his nuts now hang in a truss, allus!
His nuts hang in a truss!...
Oh goodness gracious us.... his name was Peg-a-suss!!! :?[/i:1qjtwcli]

William Wordsworth. "Odes for Swinging Skyhorses."

Wise Odo
I don't know whether to be flattered or offended or both. I will choose to be flattered!

[i:2atcl7zi]Eldorion! Tinctured-toe!
We remember! We who dwell!
In the cloud of our own smells,
Your giddy eye, your fulsome tooth,
Your journeys in a red phone booth
Our Doctor of the Multiverse,
Our Great Loremaster (but which is worse?)

Oh Tinctured-toe! Eldorion!
Where are your kneepads
You cheery cad?
In my world I see your grin,
Even if a little thin,
Your flaccid haunch,
Your burlesque paunch,
Our Man-of-letters,
With sparkly fetters![/i:2atcl7zi]

JRRT: Quoted from: "The Backside of a Scribbly Note found at the Tip."
I'm with petty on this one. Er ... thank you, Wise Odo. :P
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