Quizzes and Games

Well, the dance steps I may well do
But not in that ugly, one eyed shoe,
Our shoes, even if clothes we lack,
Are always in fifty shades of black.

Around the Lodge, yes we prance,
But not in some secret dance.
We walk or stumble according to age,
Around our Masonic stage.

And when, finally, the goat has been ridden,
and our secrets according to tradition, been hidden.
Then we can go home and once more get dressed
Yes, Jem, it may be in fun,but it really is chilly in just my vest,
:-0

Kathy,
I always pull Our Allan's Leg
About what secret procedure
Goes on in his Masonic Lodge
His many talents to feature

I say he does a "silly dance"
with lots of secret signs
And around his lodge they all do prance
According to strict guidelines!

But Allan knows it's all in jest
Cos I know it's dear to him
He knows I wish him all the best
And he takes it on the chin ;-) :-D :-D

I didn't know Allan could dance
I really would love to see him prance
Alas I know that can't be done
Oooooo but it would've been such fun :-D

Hi Allan, I see you are back to that season
When your duties they call you - your lodge you can't dodge.
And so practice you must and with absentees reason
So installations go well and without a great bodge.

And so all the best, I hope your participation's a success
And the food goes down well, and without any stress

So I guess you're rehearsing your "silly dance" ;-) ;-)
And this wonderful footwear your dance will enhance :-D :-D :-D

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Ooooo Allan you are a card
Plotting and planning in your back yard
Have you got your greeting
Set for your special meeting?
But as for you doing the refreshments
I think a packed lunch would be a good investment :-D

Izzy Wizzy
Allan's been busy.
Not on rhymes, or things as trite,
but really busy both day and by night.

This situation is likely to remain,
For a month or two until once again,
Finger to keyboard once more I can press
And can continue my poem without duress.

Installations, mainly Masonic, require much work
And in my capacity such duties I can't shirk.
Rehearsals and meetings and Rehearsals again
I'm hoping that what is left of my sanity can remain.

The end of May is the goal in sight,
although I may still be able to write
some quick verses of the story I started
Once I have again the Lodge departed

Today (that is Tuesday) is a good example
Off the tribulations and trials that I sample.
The meeting this morning is done in commemoration
Of the epic ANZAC Military operation

Officially, ANZAC day is next week,
But the Lodge decided to tweak
The date, so that we wouldn't clash,
With all the Official Ceremonies of class.

So sandwiches and soup I have to prepare
To feed all the guests we hope will be there.
I was going to prepare a chicken for fun,
And then laugh at the guests as to the toilet they'd run.

However, I'm not so cruel a fella
I'll just give them some good old Salmon (ella)



:-D :-D :-D

It won't be long before Our Allan's Awake
Because down in Oz the day's about to break
We Rhythm and Rhymers await the sequel
All about the cobbler and his awful wife Nell

Or will Allan have a new tale to tell
Which will get us all under the spell
Of whatever his imagination does create
I hope we don't have long to wait :-D

Oh Jem I'm sorry you've got the blues
Decorating is a chore it's true
I'm sure you'll find the perfect colour
But then decide you want another

lalala - oooo - oooo - oooo
I've got the decorating blues! :-(
So which colours do I choose?:-S
oooo - oooo- oooo- ooooo?!

lalala - oooo- oooo - oooo
I have a chart full of hues
the greens, the yellows, reds and blues
But which ones do I choose? :-S

I'm all a muddle in my mind :-|
(nothing's new ;-))
In the DIY store will I find
The perfect hue? ...
to create a relaxing ambiance
and not feel in need of an ambulance! :-0 (well it fit) :-P :-D

I have the answer, yes indeed!
Allan's Thread gave the hint that I need
If you can't decide upon the hues
There's no need to be singing the blues ....

.....Go BLAND!
and the job's all in hand! :-D :-D :-D :-D

I'm glad you found cooking a pleasure
Now your new cooker you should treasure :-D

Hi Kathy, yes it worked just great
But for a pie we'll have to wait
Oven chips, cod and mushy peas
my cooker cooked just like a breeze! :-D

Did you make that pie today?
And did it turn out okay
Hope the cooker didn't burn or smoke
Or you'll have get on the phone to the bloke
And tell him it's no joke


(Seriously I hope everything is fine) :-)

My new cooker arrived first thing this morning
It was here soon after the sun was dawning
Even while the birds were still yawning
My cooker came with the Hotpoint guy!

So now for the job of the installation
Cos the cost for the wiring caused my indignation,
a large inhalation and great consternation-
At 80 Quid you can understand why!

Who did we know with the necessary skill?
Who this 3 wire insertion could easily fulfil?
So I could use oven, the hobs and the grill?
My Son-In-Law was just that guy!

At last now the cooker S-I-L has put in
and now for the cooking, it's time to begin
So I'd better get out my old rolling pin
And set about making a pie! ;-) :-D :-D

Yes, fine thanks Jem.
Happened within an hour of arriving.
Terrible.

Goodness me, I am so sorry Mike
What am I like!
I didn't make the connection...
Are you ok?

Let's just say with much aplomb
I could have done without the bomb
Not fat away from my hotel
Chaos caused was simply Hell

:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Hiya Mike!
Did you like
Russia? - or was it too cold?
If I may be so bold! :-D

I met a man the other day
Where he was from he didn't say
I'm guessing he lived somewhere south
By the strange accent from his mouth.

He assumed we all wore sparking clogs
And dressed in caps and tattered togs
But I will say that to his merit
He took a shine to my pet ferret
:-P

Poor old cobbler to cop for nell
When he saw her coming
Shud a run like hell
Alas!the silly old bugger
Stayed around to hug her :-D

Now Nell was not a beauty,
Although pleasant enough she was
And she had a real sense of duty.

Whether to self, or country, people couldn’t tell
But she herself knew it,
And as will be seen, it was only to Dirty Nell!

What Nell lacked in looks she made up with charm.
She could coax the blood out of an orange
Without inflicting harm.

So she set her eyes on the Cobbler and her campaign began
To turn this miserable weed
Into her own very special man