Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

[hillwalker]

And by the way, old bean. Have I told you how ravishing you look in that dress?

Nurse had one just like it - oh, the fun we had.....

[Hawkman]

And by the way, old bean. Have I told you how ravishing you look in that dress?

Nurse had one just like it - oh, the fun we had.....

[qimissung]

That is one awesome poem, Paul! So glad you joined the party.

Abd hillwalker and Hawkman, why do I suddenly feel like I am in a P.G. Wodehouse novel?

[qimissung]

That is one awesome poem, Paul! So glad you joined the party.

Abd hillwalker and Hawkman, why do I suddenly feel like I am in a P.G. Wodehouse novel?

[Hawkman]

Because, Because
Dear qim, Dear qim
You are, You are!!



H

P.S. "He flung his empty revolver down the slope..." is a quote from, "He fell among theives" by Sir Henry Newbolt; thus may Fortescue's remark about flinging his empty revolver down the slope be more richly appreciated.

[qimissung]

Um, thank you for that information, Hawk. I do more richly appreciate it.

:clears throat: uh-hum, the double posting was an accident, so have mercy on me. Most of my posting these days is from my phone. (Mutters to herself, "stupid phone")

[PrinceMyshkin]

I say, Carruthers, are those drums I hear or is it just my pounding head?

I couldn't say, Fortescue, but the night is alive with stars, like eyes shining through the curtain of the night...

I don't want to worry you Carruthers, but shouldn't the stars be higher up?

Ahh, yes... I see what you mean. You know, Fortescue, I've led a good life, I've stuck pigs in Poonah, Machine-gunned Dervishes in the Sudan, Slaughtered my fair share of tigers; but I never expected it to end like this. A lousy party followed by an assault by Bolsheviks on the Winter Palace. What Month is it?

Still June, Carruthers, though July is barking at it's heels.

Thank God it's not October! They can't be Bolshies, Looks like we'll just succumb to wild animals or restless natives. Couldn't bare the thought of being overwhealmed by Bolshies!

Hear Hear!

Chin, chin old man....

Hang on, Carruthers, I've just got to fling my empty revolver down the slope...

Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson were on a camping trip. After a good meal and a bottle of wine they lay down for the night and fell asleep. Some hours later, Holmes woke up and nudged his faithful friend.

"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."

“I see millions and millions of stars,” said Watson

"And what does that tell you?"

“Astronomically,” said Watson, “it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see God is all powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, I suspect we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.”

“Watson, you fool,” said Holmes, “someone has stolen our tent."

[PrinceMyshkin]

Um, thank you for that information, Hawk. I do more richly appreciate it.

:clears throat: uh-hum, the double posting was an accident, so have mercy on me. Most of my posting these days is from my phone. (Mutters to herself, "stupid phone")

Re the double posting: You MUST read Borges' "Pierre Menard author of the Quixote"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_...of_the_Quixote

in which Pierre Menard, a 20th c. Frenchman, beloved of Don Quixote, undertakes to write it himself - at first by dressing as people did in Cervantes' time & reading all the books that Cervantes did... but then decides that that after all is the way that Cervantes did it, so...

At one point Borges quotes from Cervantes' original and then from Menard's re-writing of it and one goes mad looking from one to the other to see what the changes might be. (To save you from going mad: there are none!

And indeed, after careful scrutiny, I see no difference between your first response and its later twin!

[Paulclem]

Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson were on a camping trip. After a good meal and a bottle of wine they lay down for the night and fell asleep. Some hours later, Holmes woke up and nudged his faithful friend.

"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."

“I see millions and millions of stars,” said Watson

"And what does that tell you?"

“Astronomically,” said Watson, “it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see God is all powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, I suspect we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.”

“Watson, you fool,” said Holmes, “someone has stolen our tent."

Good one old chap.

Thanks qimi.

[qimissung]

The thing is, Prince, although in my abstractedness I apologised for the double post, I did not, in fact, post either 905 or 906. A monkey did.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The thing is, Prince, although in my abstractedness I apologised for the double post, I did not, in fact, post either 905 or 906. A monkey did.

I am planning a clever (some might say a smart-a**) response to this, but it might take some time.... so please don't hold your breath.

[Hawkman]

The thing is, Prince, although in my abstractedness I apologised for the double post, I did not, in fact, post either 905 or 906. A monkey did.

May we assume that it is now engaged in writing the complete works of Shakespeare?

[qimissung]

you may.

[Hawkman]

Wake up qim, I'm down to my last fingernail...

[qimissung]

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Hawkman. This contest is officially closed. It's great stuff and I don't envy the person who has to choose...oh, that's me.

I will be back tomorrow with the results.