Barred, of Avon

[Guest]

RECITATION.....Ah-hem!

A Mid-Summer Flight's Dream: By Willy Shakesmore

Tony, or monotony? that is the question:

Whether he's a nobber in his mind to suffer

The cliques and arses of that outrageous forum,

Or to take arms against that seedy rabble,

And by opposing end them?

To die: no yesterdie;

No? (oh? tomorrow? when the f*** is it?); and I'm asleep before it endzzzzzzz

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flashy Westmoregit....grrrr 'tis constipation

Devoutly to be wish'd upon him. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that dream of flying what peeps may come?

When we have Simon on this mental trail?

Must give us polls: where's the respect?

That makes a claim of so long a flight;

But that the dread of something after Neath (in Scotland),

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns (lest he get the 15:30 from Aberdeen and change at Doncaster),

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly with others that we know not of? (what???? you got lost near Carlisle? keep up damn it! Huh? Oh... you're not on the team?...sorry)

Thus can science (fluid dynamics to be precise) make cow-herds of us all;

And thus the native hue of the Revolution

Is stickered o'er with the pale logos of sponsors,

who enter prizes of great pith and moment!

With this regard our Lawrence turns away,

And loses the name of "actionman". - ("Softy" you are now!

"Let me feelya Ophelia! Nymph," (Oh Larry) "in thy orisons

Be all Simons dismember'd

Edited December 13, 2007 by Guest

[martinbg]

This sort of thing is exactly why you shouldn't go to the pub at lunch time!

[Guest]

better ask nurse for more meds....