Irie.
Irie.
Damn you, King George! You don't have Divine Right, and we're not serfs!
I believe it is necessary to throw in a little Monty Python at this point:Originally Posted by JKL2000
Oliver Cromwell
The most interesting thing about King Charles the First
Is that he was 5 foot 6 inches tall at the start of his reign
But only 4 foot 8 inches tall at the end of it because of
Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of England Puritan
Born in 1599 and died in 1658 September
Was at first only MP for Huntingdon, but then he led the Ironside Cavalry
At Marston Moor in 1644 and won then he founded the New Model Army
And praise be, beat the Cavaliers at Naseby and the King fled up North
Like a bat to the Scots
But under the terms of John Pym's Solemn League and Covenant
The Scots handed King Charles the first, over to
Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of England and his warts
Born in 1599 and died in 1658 September
But alas, oy vay! The disagreement then broke out between
The Presbyterian Parliament and the Military who meant
To have an independent bent and so the 2nd Civil War broke out
And the Roundhead ranks faced the Cavaliers at Preston Banks
And the King lost again, silly thing, stupid Git
And Cromwell sent Colonel Pride to purge the House of Commons
Of the Presbyterian Royalists leaving behind only the rump Parliament
Which appointed a High Court at Westminster Hall to indict
Charles, the first for tyranny, ooh! Charles was sentenced to death
Even though he refused to accept that the court had jurisdiction
Say goodbye to his head
Poor King Charles laid his head on the block
January 1649, down came the axe and in the silence that followed
The only sound that could be heard was a solitary giggle from
Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of England, ole
Born in 1599 and died in 1658 September
Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth and more
He crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea in 1653
And then he dissolved the rump Parliament
And with Lambert's consent wrote the instrument of Government
Under which Oliver was Protector at last
The End
"And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision."
Occasional musical musings on https://darkelffile.blogspot.com/
Take it away Eric the Orchestra Leader
A-one, two, a-one two three four
Half a bee, philosophically,
Must, ipso facto, half not be.
But half the bee has got to be
Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see?
But can a bee be said to be
Or not to be an entire bee
When half the bee is not a bee
Due to some ancient injury?
-singing
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep upon my knee,
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric the half a bee!
Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee,
Eric the half a bee.
Ho ho ho, tee hee hee,
Eric the half a bee.
I love this hive, employee-ee,
Bisected accidentally,
One summer afternoon by me,
I love him carnally.
He loves him carnally,
Semi-carnally.
The End
Cyril Connolly?
No, semi-carnally
Oh
(Cyril Connoly...)
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
Edjumicate yourself!
Confirmed Bachelors: the dramedy hit of 1883...
Now THAT'S song-writing.
The A B C D E F G part always makes me laugh.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.
Well, as long as we're at it...
>ahem<
In a bad Ozzie accent, if you please...
Eeeeeemmanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stible;
Hoydegger, hoydegger, was a boozy begger
who could drink you under the tible.
David Yume could out-consume
Schoppenour and Aygel,
And Wittgenstoyn was a beery swoyn
Who was just as schlossed as Schlegel.
Air's nuffin Neetzsche couldn't teach ye
bout the raisin o'the wrist.
Socrates imself was parmanently pissed...
John Stoort Mill, of is own free will,
On a alf-a-poynt o'shandy was particularly ill,
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
Alf a crate o'whiskey evry day,
Aristotle, Aristotle, was a begger for the bottle,
Obbes was fond of is dram,
And Renay Daycaat was a drunken faat,
"I drink therefore I am."
Socrates imself is particularly missed -
A luvvly little finker but a bugger when e's pissed.
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
My kids know this song very well from me constantly wandering around singing it.
Ian
Host of the Post-Avant Jazzcore Happy Hour on progrock.com
https://podcasts.progrock.com/post-a...re-happy-hour/
Gordon Haskell - "You've got to keep the groove in your head and play a load of bollocks instead"
I blame Wynton, what was the question?
There are only 10 types of people in the World, those who understand binary and those that don't.
There once was a man from Nantucket...
-=Will you stand by me against the cold night, or are you afraid of the ice?=-
Who's name was Ralph Shuckett?
I thought it was Gary Puckett.
"The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you got to load or unload go to the White Zone!"
...who vacationed in the Thai town of Phuket...
-=Will you stand by me against the cold night, or are you afraid of the ice?=-
Never been to Phuket though I have visited Dildo NL
"Corn Flakes pissed in. You ranted. Mission accomplished. Thread closed."
-Cozy 3:16-
You're new here, aren't you?
That city is actually pronounced poo kit. The h is silent.
No, I have been reading PE for many years after hearing false rumors of mass debauchery.You're new here, aren't you?
To be or not to be? That is the point. - Harry Nilsson.
Rhymes with Nahn-TOO-kit
-=Will you stand by me against the cold night, or are you afraid of the ice?=-
Never heard of them.
That ended after most of the women left.
Nah, just total mass retain.
Whatever the F that means.
Didn't we decide that it means "infinity?"
All our debauchery is solitary.
Ian
Host of the Post-Avant Jazzcore Happy Hour on progrock.com
https://podcasts.progrock.com/post-a...re-happy-hour/
Gordon Haskell - "You've got to keep the groove in your head and play a load of bollocks instead"
I blame Wynton, what was the question?
There are only 10 types of people in the World, those who understand binary and those that don't.
A miser, who lived in Nantucket,
Kept all of his wealth in a bucket.
His daughter, named Nan,
Ran off with a man.
And as for the bucket? Nan tuck it.
Cobra handling and cocaine use are a bad mix.
-=Will you stand by me against the cold night, or are you afraid of the ice?=-
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