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Date: Tue, 23 May 2006 13:48:20 GMT
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WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high> wrote in
news:Xns97CC82A0CDBFEOlympusorg@140.99.99.130:
> Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
> news:39q572pj2ofej762g8c41h4v2itif70unf@4ax.com:
>
>> On Tue, 23 May 2006 05:15:19 GMT, WingedMessenger <Boy@Flying.high>
>> wrote:
>>
>>>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>>>news:cji472plcni64ptk7kfi4ukh15k2h3lk6f@4ax.com:
>>>
>>>> On Mon, 22 May 2006 15:41:56 GMT, "go||um " <easy@s.123> wrote:
>>>>
>>>>>On Mon, 22 May 2006 15:08:37 GMT, Mephistopheles
>>>>><no-fixed@address.net> wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>>>On Mon, 22 May 2006 13:11:22 GMT, WingedMessenger
>>>>>><Boy@Flying.high> wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>>>Mephistopheles <no-fixed@address.net> wrote in
>>>>>>>news:fq8372t129ocd5jfc5jkokaap3grj4p590@4ax.com:
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Shan't be staying long. Just come for a quick kip. Over there
>>>>>>>> in the corner....always was my favourite place.
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>
> Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...............
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> M
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>So it's you hidden away in that grotty cardboard box labelled
>>>>>>>"Fragile, Handle with Care" with the odour of unwashed feet and
>>>>>>>unmentionables pervading the once clean atmosphere. How the
>>>>>>>mighty are fallen LOL.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>Mercury.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>Hark! I hear a knocking at the gate!
>>>>>>Who is it that does roughly me awake?
>>>>>>
>>>>>>Why, 'tis my dear gossip friend of yore
>>>>>>That brings me toasted tea-cakes as before.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>How the mighty are fallen, you well may ask,
>>>>>>I, that in loving friendships once did bask.
>>>>>>I have heard the mermaids singing each to each....
>>>>>>I no longer think that they will sing to me.
>>>>>>I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
>>>>>>Have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
>>>>>>.
>>>>>>'Tis one thing to be tempted, Winged Rider,
>>>>>>Another thing to fall!
>>>>>>Oh, shut up, Mephi!
>>>>>>This makes no sense at all
>>>>>>
>>>>>>May Angels guide your path where'er you fly,
>>>>>>Where'er you post your several lyric tunes,.
>>>>>>Tis enough that I should spot you passing by,
>>>>>>As I measure out my life in coffee spoons.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>Mephi
>>>>>
>>>>>It's hard to nap with my snoring, but if you can then more power to
>>>>>you.
>>>>>
>>>>>-g
>>>>
>>>> O Lordy, Lord!
>>>>
>>>> This must surely be the biggest & heaviest single file that's ever
>>>> been posted in Smeagol since the place was built. I do hope the
>>>> floor holds up under its weight, for I would be loath to end up
>>>> arse over apex down in some subterranean vault among the plumbing.
>>>>
>>>> And I never knew there was a song about coffee spoons. Well, I best
>>>> gird my loins & push off, & thanks to the poster. The name strikes
>>>> a bell.
>>>>
>>>> Mephi
>>>>
>>>
>>>Talking about plumbing. On awakening from my oft disturbed slumber,
>>>and requiring a visit to the room often named the small room, imagine
>>>my dismay when I found a copious trail of blue loo from the cistern,
>>>down the pipe and onto my floor. There, lying in all its odd glory, I
>>>saw "a thing". OH, I said to myself, I wonder if that is Mephi,
>>>having fallen amongst my plumbing. However, after struggling onto my
>>>knees it was discovered to be a small piece of a washer from the
>>>aforesaid cistern. Steeling myself to raising my ageing self again to
>>>the upright
> position,
>>>I stood, with head bowed in shame, and asked myself, how could I
> imagine
>>>a broken piece of washer to be the renowned Mephi?.
>>>Shame on me, I thought, went to the kitchen, brewed, and imbibed that
>>>most luxurious of human traditions, a cuppa.
>>>
>>>Mercury,
>>
>> Why did you so inconsiderately mention a cuppa. For I had to break
>> off incontinently on reading it, repair to the kitchen, switch on
>> kettle & make some toast thickly layered with Robertson's Silver
>> Shred. ( Can't stand marmalade).
>>
>> As to nightly disturbances, they no longer affect me, even after a
>> night on the tiles, for I had the "op" years back, & as the
>> consultant then promised, I have since been pee-ing like a 12 year
>> old. So much so, that when I hap to lay on a display in the Public
>> Urinals any users 6 feet either side of me step back from the wall in
>> panic for fear of being soaked by the splash-back from my power-hose.
>>
>> Stop it, Mephi, you are now regressing to the deplorable vulgarites
>> of said 12 year olds, which was not part of the package! Stop it at
>> once!
>>
>> Yes, I am at last beginning to get my money's worth back from the
>> NHS. In fact, their cash-strapped administration has asked me if I'd
>> ever thought of moving abroad. The audacity of the fellow, when as a
>> heavily-taxed smoker I am one of the depleted band who finance the
>> whole bloody set-up.
>>
>> Mephi
>>
>
> Woe is me! The very thought of a marmalade butty sends shivers of
> uncontrolable delight down my spine, knowing that I may not consider
> the merest morsel. To Pee or not to Pee, that is the question, whether
> tis nobler in kidneys to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous
> urination,or having a surfeit, to tie a bowline in the end.!!
> OH ye of tarred lungs, learneth thou not in thine dotage?. A move to
> far off lands would be a move of great value. For there may you be
> subject to the spells and magical potions of those of great voodoo
> knowledge. To be offerred herbs of great medicinal value, so that thy
> lungs may one again move up and down as do the bellows on the now
> extinct heated possession of the blacksmith.
>
> Mercury.
>
But what of the poor broken washer? Is he to be left wallowing in a pool
of blue? Surely he deserves better.
LS
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