Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Ask The Gunwriters Apparently "poetical" is a word--or is becoming one....

Don't provoke us, we can do a great deal more harm.

Twain is one of my favorite word smiths. Ambrose Bierce is close behind.

You wouldn't dare. Would you?

The worst is a long coil cord that is all twisted together. You can spend a bunch of time getting it all untwisted and deknotted and straightened back out, then come back 5 minutes later and it looks just like it did before. Egad!

Of course I would dare. All great things in life stem from those who dared to ignore conventional wisdom. Henry Ford, Orville and Wilbur, Chuck Yeager. They all dared to be great.

I don't know how old you are, but there was a gentler time when phone cords weren't coiled. Before that we had phones with a fixed mouth piece and a ear piece on a straight cord.

Today we have cordless phones, mobile phones, satellite phones and more. I for one have never figured out how to answer a satellite phone as they are always out of reach and moving far too fast for my comfort. Not that it matters.

If you suffer a twisted cordical
In fashion not altogether theoretical
Thus finding yourself hysterical

Then journey to the phone store
Find peace, and more.

It's not Haiku, but I can work on that if you like.

Haiku would be more like this, though far from precisely the following form:

Twist cord
No mind
Sorry GI

$20
rove you
rong time

Is that Haiku?

Frashback
Numba 1
GI

Almost.

Kniggle-dy, Piggle-dy - Noisy Frew Frew
- Stephen Redgwell

From far, far away,
The Snarfs heard a loud croon!
Twas the call of a Frew Frew bird,
Frew-frewing the moon!

"But why does it cry,
In that tree, in the dark?
Asked Darney Don Diggle,
The king of the Snarfs.

But the Frew Frew kept on,
And frew-frewed a lot more.
So the Snarfs grew concerned
That the Frew Frew was sore.

"We will give him snarfberries,
To settle him down."
And they served up two baskets;
One red and one brown.

But the noise from the Frew Frew
Just changed and got louder.
"I know," said a small Snarf,
"We'll feed him chum chowder!"

And a big, heaping pot
Was placed there for free.
Where the Frew Frew frew-frewed,
All alone in the tree.

But the noise from the Frew Frew
Just started anew.
And the noise was earsplitting,
(As if there were two)

"I know," said an old Snarf,
"We'll give him plump pie.
That will settle his mettle,
Up there in the sky!"

And two really fat Snarfs,
Fetched the pie to the bird.
"It's made from fresh plump,
And moist apple kurd!"

But the noise from the Frew Frew,
Was nary abated.
And his call became deafening,
So the bird was now hated.

"To shut the thing up,
I'll fetch my Frew slayer."
Said Dailey Don Darf,
A tiny dart player.

And from his right hand,
Away the dart flew.
Through the air, to the tree,
And struck the Frew Frew.

And the nebble-dy noise
That had plagued them all day,
Disappeared from the air,
When the Frew Frew was splayed.

Such a big narfy noise,
From a tiny red bird!
Laughed the Snarfs in their throats,
As the bird was interred.

But the crowd learned a lesson,
As the sound was neigh-neighed.
Don't be bullied or bothered,
By a Frew Frew display.

Strike down the dilemma,
And send it away!
Don't let a Frew Frew,
Destroy a Snarf's day!

















Burma Shave!

Steve, I'm at a loss.

Frewer words I've never known.
They cut him dead,
To the bone.

-sniff-

Barbasol

I can make things more sillier than you could even imagine.

I can make things more sillier than you could even imagine.

Dat be whimsical...

Rollin' on the linoleum..

These folks is very poetical.

The Time Jumpers

Never heard of those folks until now. Thank you.

In my youth I found the whimsy of The Chad Mitchell Trio and Limeliters a decent mix of erudite discourse.

God bless Lizzy Borden and her 40 whacks.

Lest we not forget; James James Morrison Morrison*.

Waxing philosophical
In poetical form
Be it hysterical
Though not the norm

D

* Commonly known as Jim

"As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical."

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If he really believed that he should have changed his name to Wendel Longfollical.


(forgive me Lord)

This thread is gurpical.

http://www.24hourcampfire.com/ubbthreads/ubbthreads.php/topics/9211332/The_Costume_Ball#Post9211332

Morton Meets a Moose

"I wonder," said Fred,
Who was wearing a noose,
"If I hang around long enough,
Will I see a moose?"

"Will I see a moose
That is dark brown and black?
Or a whole other colour,
Like the colour of sprack?"

“Oh, no!” said his friend,
“They’re the colour of lead.
The kind of a colour they make
When they’re dead!”

But Gerry guffawed.
And his laugh was so noisy,
That it frightened the Frews Frews,
In trees on Mt. Boise

“Mayhaps it’s the colour
Of fresh fondled figs!
Or the colour that’s made
By mixing young pigs!”

“No, no! That’s too bright!”
Cried Davy Delane,
“Most mooses are mocha
And hide under trains!”

“I thought they were whitish,
Or a soiled, choc’lit yellow…”
Said quiet young Morton,
A cast bullet fellow.

“That can’t be! That can’t be!”
Screamed young Davy Brown,
“If mooslings were yellow,
I’d have seen one in town!”

“They’re dull navy blue,
And wear dull navy hats,
To cover their topses,
From low flying bats.”

“If that was the case,
They’d be bright, glowing green.
And they’d hide near school crossings,
So they wouldn’t be seen!”

“Or maybe they’re white,
Like clouds in the sky.
So when we look up,
We’ll have sun in our eyes.”

For three hours plus two,
The friends argued and fought,
Until Morton proclaimed,
“I know what they’re not!”

And everyone turned
To hear Morton speak
As he gas checked some bullets
For his lever antique

"They’re not feckin' orange…"

This whole thread is invenerial.

Dat's mean.

Don't make me reach for my $5 words.