Quizzes and Games

I had nothing to do one afternoon, so I decided to tackle a quiz
But what could I write on the E-LESS Thread had got me in a tizz.

Now a novelty song occurred to me, which might be fun to do
But how could I leave out all the Es, when there was Ernie, and Ted and Sue?

So Ernie became Urny and Sue became Mau, and Ted became Big Bad Bob
And before very long, a brand new song, did satisfy the job!
http://www.genesreunited.co.uk/boards/board/quizzes_games/thread/1317956?page=27


Then Kathy, she laughed, and said wouldn't it be fun
If there was a sequel 'bout Urn's illegitimate son!

Because of Kathy's great brainwave, a brilliant idea
A sequel I wrote which I'll C&P here :-D :-D :-D

Doing well Allan, I'm enjoying reading your tale:-D
~~~~~~~~ to Kathy, I bet you're laughing-without fail :-D :-D

Well try a new line
I'm sure you'll be fine
Perhaps our old cobbler needs a rest
As Nell we know could try the best
So Allen try a new tact
Then you'll get back on the right track :-D

Hi Kathryn

Alas, Alack,
My writing is slack.
Jem has definitely set us a task
But in glory I can't bask.
Although my tale is certainly proceeding
I'm finding it difficult to continue the feeling.
The words seem to stick,
Which makes me feel sick
And I'm constantly gazing at the ceiling.

Hi Allen :-D

Oh Allan you are so naughty
But carry on it's all so sporty
I like a good laugh at cobbler and Nell
What an hilarious story you tell
Bet you and Jem could right a book
Of which I'm sure we'll all get hooked
:-D :-D :-D

Now I'll not lie, Nell was cosidered a looker
and in her youth was thought by many
to be ..

(Before I complete this verse,
With many minds like mine, or worse,
Some readers may have thought of a rhyme for looker,
And given Nell's later reputation,
that may indeed be the situation. But for now...)

An excellent cooker.

Her boiled beef and cabbage was exceedingly nice
Although her Tripe and Onions
would make you think twice.

At trifles too, she was a real dab hand
But sometimes her mince
Could be extremely bland

How did it happen? How had it risen
That in the Lottery of life,
the cobbler hadn't won any division!

He thought back to his younger days,
Although it was so far back
It was a bit of a haze.

He thought back to all the girls he had known
With many of whom,
With his wild oat's he'd sown.

There was Molly and Mandy, but June was the best.
Also Chrissie and Susan,
And Sarah and Yvonne, with the rather large chest

Who had he upset? Who could tell,
but out of all the girls,
He ended up with Nell.

I'm so misunderstood, it must be said.
Not all my ideas are produced by red!
As with many things in my life,
My inspiration derives from my wife.

Am I saying that my wife is like Nell?
No I'm not, but even then I wouldn't tell.
Her stature is infinitely smaller
While compared to the cobbler, I'm definitely taller

All i wanth for Cwithmath ith my two fwont teeth,
My two fwont teeth, yeth my two fwont teeth.

All i want for Cwithmath ith my two fwont teeth,
Tho i can with you merry Cwithmath.

Just practising for when the day comes when i have no teef!

;-) :-D

Come on Allan have another red
There's more to that story you haven't said
The poor old sod that stuck with nell
Needs rescuing from his living hell

"Further Joyance" does mean that there's got to be more!
I wonder what Allan, for us, has in store?
'Bout the long-suff'ring Cobbler and his awful Nell ....
Who most certainly must be the Wife from H*ll! :-0 :-D

Good Morning to Rhymers, Everyone
And even Good Evening to some (ie Allan) :-D

I have to go and do some work
It's much too easy to sit and shirk

I'm looking forward to reading Allan's Ditty
With my cuppa later, and a crisp Rich Tea
(Well a chocolate Chip Cookie really ... but it didn't fit) :-D

Now every story, we are told, my friend,
Has to have a beginning,
A middle and an end.

Now you may think
That I've started with the end
( I blame that on all red that I drink)

Not so, I've just used dramatic licence,
To build up the drama,
And as a starting point for further joyance.

Well, Nell's reaction to the attack with the last
Was frighteningly furious,
And extremely fast!

With an ease that only years of weightlifting bred,
She lifted the cobbler
And threw him over her head

The cobbler, shrieking a curse to the sky,
Which involved some anatomical impossibilities,
Went round in circles, as his life flashed by.

His trajectory was stopped by the dinning room wall
Which he hit with a sickening thud,
And proceeded downwards to fall.

This caused him to pause and reflect on his life,
Wondering why, oh why,
Had he taken Nell to be his wife?

Come on Allan take a bow
How you do it I don't know how
I think your very witty
So come on and give us another ditty :-D

I missed Allan's last post, it was on page 1
His ridiculous stories are always such fun
So I do hope another is coming our way
And he'd better finish THIS one, and we'll say Hooray! ;-) :-D

If you would like to sample one of Allan's creations
Read this, crease up laughing, and give him lots of ovations

http://www.genesreunited.com.au/boards/board/general_chat/thread/1293229

It deserves another outing
So no shouting!
:-D :-D :-D :-D

Lovely poem Dermot :-) :-) :-)

How nice to sit & think awhile
Of little things to make you smile
Of happy things you did in fun
Long ago when you were young
To think of people who were kind
And left a ray of light behind
People who were nice to know
When you were young long time ago
So come and sit with me awhile
And think of things to make us smile.

(Alice Taylor).

It's wet and it's raining down here in South Wales
I cannot go out, so no use contemplating!
Neither have I time now for thinking up tales:-(
I really should get on with the decorating! :-| ;-) :-D

So on GR, there's no time for me to have fun
So have a good day, my good friends, every one! <3