A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[butters]

*chuckles*

 

[HarryHill]

well i've tried to explain but i don't know how well i did for him. perhaps Annie can record how to say the words! she has clear diction.

Sign language might work better

Who's there?

It's Harry come out 'lest you're tied up again.

 

[Tsotha]

It's Harry come out 'lest you're tied up again.

Harry who?

 

[butters]

Sign language might work better


It's Harry come out 'lest you're tied up again.

the recording pellegrino was listening to was pretty dire, to be fair, and you know how some people just can't 'hear' certain sounds/speech-patterns. or they think they hear them but can't reproduce them and are then unable to discern between what they've heard and how they've said it. or something. I think the Henry Higgins and Eliza example illustrates what i'm trying to say so very awkwardly.

 

[butters]

this place could use a little livening up or i'm gonna fall asleep at the bar

is that remec i spot over there in the corner in dark glasses and writing?
and where'd annie get to? there are some pink fluffy cufflinks left here on a stool...

where's 12 with his wit and shit?
and tods - well, he's pretty busy right now, as per...

tess, ange (yes, you wiv yer new puter an all that jazz), champers...

c'mon guys, it's happy hour your miserable bastards!

 

[butters]

k, taking my blanket over to the fireplace couch, snuggling down, gonna gaze into the flames and see what lies within them

 

[Tsotha]

this place could use a little livening up or i'm gonna fall asleep at the bar

is that remec i spot over there in the corner in dark glasses and writing?
and where'd annie get to? there are some pink fluffy cufflinks left here on a stool...

where's 12 with his wit and shit?
and tods - well, he's pretty busy right now, as per...

tess, ange (yes, you wiv yer new puter an all that jazz), champers...

c'mon guys, it's happy hour your miserable bastards!

*slips a note under the door*

'Say it's a happy hour with free drinks; they'll come'

 

[HarryHill]

peeks in

 

[butters]

*slips a note under the door*

'Say it's a happy hour with free drinks; they'll come'

*smiles*

you really should come out of there, you know. you'll get splinters.

 

[HarryHill]

*smiles*

you really should come out of there, you know. you'll get splinters.

yeah, poetry challenge four lines that knock or rock

 

[butters]

yeah, poetry challenge four lines that knock or rock

say whut now?

example, stat

 

[Tsotha]

*smiles*

you really should come out of there, you know. you'll get splinters.

'It's kinda comfy in here.'

'Also, I don't want Annie to catch me outside. Last time, she caught me just as I was stepping out...'

 

[HarryHill]

say whut now?

example, stat

they're beating on the wall
n running down the hall
hopped up on Southern Rock
clocks ticking up to midnight
when I start my werewolf howl

 

[butters]

'It's kinda comfy in here.'

'Also, I don't want Annie to catch me outside. Last time, she caught me just as I was stepping out...'

aw bless, lolol

ok, we'll carry on this conversation through the door i'll pretend isn't there. cool. i can do this.

they're beating on the wall
n running down the hall
hopped up on Southern Rock
clocks ticking up to midnight
when I start my werewolf howl

that's 5 lines
but it's alright nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww


k, gimme a sec

 

[butters]

who's knockin' on my door
in the middle of the night,
draggin' fear across the floor?
silly thing - *bares fangs* - i bite

 

[butters]

unzips the leather jacket a little more
the whiskey's running smoothly in her veins
the music's calling to her blood; she's sure
that someplace 'tween the two she'll lose this pain

 

[HarryHill]

who's knockin' on my door
in the middle of the night,
draggin' fear across the floor?
silly thing - *bares fangs* - i bite

That one rocked!

 

[Tsotha]

do or do not, there's no try
It's a school of hard knocks
either stay afloat,
or sink like a rock

 

[Tsotha]

them are some hard knocks,
methinks, like mounds of rock
though I've been wrong before
...calls for careful inspection

 

[Tsotha]

knocked over with a clock
to the head; cuckoo, he said
then proceeded to say the hours
for all those who cared.

 

[butters]

red chalk
on a black board
hearts 'n' s.w.a.l.k
in a noose-strung cord

 

[butters]

the cuckoo was a timid bird
wont to cheep on time
at every hour he was heard
''to rhyme, or not to rhyme!''

 

[HarryHill]

Not mocking all I've seen before
but I gotta tell you those 34's
sure are pretty by firelight
knockers up on a cold night

 

[butters]

it's near two o'clock in the morning
and the moon it noisily shine
the sun's playing songs in the deep blue sea
and it's fine, yeah it's fine, yeah it's fine

 

[butters]

*looks down*
*sighs*

yeah, 34s'd be nice


looks up
looks down
closes her eyes cos her
mind's spinnin round and round....