An Elephant Tale!

[dilligaf]

Maidens fair as thee are rare and rockin'.
We'll make up for lacketh of others,
Broken bedsprings, neighbors knockin'.
Cause if I really hadeth my druthers,
Thy castle door we'd be lockin'.



( In the future, I think I'll leave the poems to Sir Pickup of Poorprose and DS of the North.)

I thinketh that all 3 of thee do a fair job at thine prose. But I suggest that you attend to Sir Big at the moment, else I won't have any reason to locketh the castle doors.

 

[dilligaf]

Sir Big, where is thine fair princess AJ? Hath she not been feeling well of late? Pls tell her that her presence hath been missed. I hopeth she returneth sooneth.

 

[Dizzee]

thy revisionist history
hast been noticed

Fairies, trolls, sprites, and witches
Infest this thread undoubtedly.
Constantly on guard for switches,
Click "Refresh" repeatedly.

( I swear, no more poems from thee. )

 

[Dizzee]

I seeith not my loyal Oreo. What hath thou done to my ever faithful Oreo? If one hair has been harmith, I shall cast a pox on thou and thy seed! Produceith now my loving Oreo or faceith the consequences!

Before ye get thine royal iron undergarments in a bunch, let me explaineth the horrible sight before thou's eyes.






Sir Pickup did it.




After a consult with the royal laundress, we believeth that a fluff cycle in the royal clothes dryer will make Oreo "Right as Rain". Ye can run a simple clothes dryer, can't ye?

 

[Big Babooba]

Before ye get thine royal iron undergarments in a bunch, let me explaineth the horrible sight before thou's eyes.






Sir Pickup did it.




After a consult with the royal laundress, we believeth that a fluff cycle in the royal clothes dryer will make Oreo "Right as Rain". Ye can run a simple clothes dryer, can't ye?

Nay, Sir Pickup hath not thy powers! I proceedeth to sharpen my sword! From this day forward Sir Dizzee shall beith known as Lady Dizzee!!!!, unless he produceth my beloved Oreo!!!

 

[fethrs]

Oh Oreo the cat
Looketh like he splat
In vain doth he wait
For help too late.

 

[Big Babooba]

Sir Dizzee
Low in voice
You hath given me
No other choice
With my sword
And a sigh
I aimeth to maketh
Thy voice pitch high

 

[Big Babooba]

I suggestith that thou, Lady Dizzee, searcheth the "Ye Olde Want Ads" for new employment as a castrato.

 

[Dizzee]

Nay, Sir Pickup hath not thy powers! I proceedeth to sharpen my sword! From this day forward Sir Dizzee shall beith known as Lady Dizzee!!!!, unless he produceth my beloved Oreo!!!

Sir Big, high and low doth I look. but there be no sign of Oreo. Not hide nor hair. Tis a sad day indeed.



I shall keep a sharp eye, for I too had grown fond of his royal poundage.

 

[fethrs]

Sig Big looketh closely he is there.

 

[Big Babooba]

Lady Dizzee
Look not low
Thy family jewels
Just had to go
Your mighty voice
Now sounds weak
What was low and strong
Is now a squeak

 

[Big Babooba]

Sig Big looketh closely he is there.

Egads, he is!
What Have I doneth?
Getteth thine tube of super glue!!!

 

[Big Babooba]

Sir Big, high and low doth I look. but there be no sign of Oreo. Not hide nor hair. Tis a sad day indeed.


I shall keep a sharp eye, for I too had grown fond of his royal poundage.

Sig Big looketh closely he is there.

Sir Dizzee
I danceth a jig
You putteth my cat
On the head of the pig!

With a thousand apologies
And with all of my tools
I shall reconnect
Thy sacred jewels

 

[Dizzee]

Sir Dizzee
I danceth a jig
You putteth my cat
On the head of the pig!

With a thousand apologies
And with all my tools
I shall reconnect
Thy sacred jewels

It will have to wait a minute you see,
For I'm in the royal ladies room,
Taking a pee.

 

[Big Babooba]

It will have to wait a minute you see,
For I'm in the royal ladies room,
Taking a pee.

If thou emergeith
Wearing a frown
Then I shall know
That the seat was not down

 

[Dizzee]

Welcome DS and his "Ladle of Rhyme".
Sir Pickup's prose is lacking
And mine should be a crime.

 

[dilligaf]

I see many things have happened whilst I was at Walleth Marteth shopping for the royal bedding. I frowneth at the thoughteth of not having Sir Dizzee, I see that I have to shareth the queeneth bed with Lady Dizzee. Sir Big, thou now haveth to answereth for thine injustice. I am a fair marskwoman, where doth thouest hideth, Sir Big. I shall find thee..................................................

 

[Big Babooba]

Welcome DS and his "Ladle of Rhyme".
Sir Pickup's prose is lacking
And mine should be a crime.

There goeth the neighborhood! The castle gettith crowded. "Ye Olde Zoning Laws" are being violated. We needeth a larger castle, perhaps a split level?

 

[toonertoo]

Ok, You guys are certifiably nuts, but funny.

 

[Big Babooba]

I see many things have happened whilst I was at Walleth Marteth shopping for the royal bedding. I frowneth at the thoughteth of not having Sir Dizzee, I see that I have to shareth the queeneth bed with Lady Dizzee. Sir Big, thou now haveth to answereth for thine injustice. I am a fair markswoman, where doth thouest hideth, Sir Big. I shall find thee..................................................

Thou haveth a problem? Where there's a willith, there's a wayeth.