A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[butters]

*curls up on sofa, watching the small ripples of heat as they run across the woof fuel, thinking of tenous things, of gravity and humour, the changing faces of comets... stuff, a solar sister...*





































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[HarryHill]

*curls up on sofa, watching the small ripples of heat as they run across the woof fuel, thinking of tenous things, of gravity and humour, the changing faces of comets... stuff, a solar sister...*

Watches butters napping woof fuel?

 

[butters]

Watches butters napping woof fuel?

oh oh - sleep's swift tide

wood fuel and tenuous

points for originality, though... woof fuel. chuck another dog on the fire...

 

[todski28]

oh oh - sleep's swift tide

wood fuel and tenuous

points for originality, though... woof fuel. chuck another dog on the fire...

Have to shave them first and can eat hot dogs after.......geeze that's bad even for me....

 

[butters]

Have to shave them first and can eat hot dogs after.......geeze that's bad even for me....

yes, yes it is. and you're going for the aus reference, barbie you don't mind if i call you barbie?

 

[todski28]

yes, yes it is. and you're going for the aus reference, barbie you don't mind if i call you barbie?

Hahaha only if your shrimp..... Never mind

 

[butters]

Hahaha only if your shrimp..... Never mind

there's some old english poem with the lines 'throw another log on the fire, mother' somewhere, a line much parodied over the years, not least by Pam Ayres with her poem that starts:

Sling another chair leg on the fire, Mother
Pull your orange box up to the blaze,
Hold your poor old mittens out and warm them
In these inflationary days.

 

[todski28]

there's some old english poem with the lines 'throw another log on the fire, mother' somewhere, a line much parodied over the years, not least by Pam Ayres with her poem that starts:

Sling another chair leg on the fire, Mother
Pull your orange box up to the blaze,
Hold your poor old mittens out and warm them
In these inflationary days.

I was thinking more along the lines of Paul hogans horrible. I'll throw a shrimp in the Barbie for you, as part of a tourism campaign when he made crocodile dundee

 

[butters]

I was thinking more along the lines of Paul hogans horrible. I'll throw a shrimp in the Barbie for you, as part of a tourism campaign when he made crocodile dundee

i remember - it was baddddddddd

you up late or early? i can never get my head around the time differences for ausland

 

[Tsotha]

i remember - it was baddddddddd

you up late or early? i can never get my head around the time differences for ausland

Neither. It could be off by a couple hours, depending on where in AU he is.

 

[Matryoshka]

...a woman with a sense of humour....

...at least for now

ps that's bogus sitting down in the picture

Everything's humerus until you hit your funny bone...

 

[Matryoshka]

i remember - it was baddddddddd

you up late or early? i can never get my head around the time differences for ausland

Love the new AV butters!

 

[twelveoone]

Everything's humerus until you hit your funny bone...

Oh, you've got green eyes...

 

[bogusagain]

But the extra starch does come in handy.

I've always found stiff vaginas a bit of a conundrm.

 

[bogusagain]

...a woman with a sense of humour....

...at least for now

ps that's bogus sitting down in the picture

That's what an encounter with a stiff vagina does to you.

 

[bogusagain]

Oh, you've got green eyes...

At 5min 31 seconds into that video, the camera passes a pub on the right called The Red Lion as it goes up Whitehall. A pub to be recommended, not only because of one night many many many many many moons ago I pulled beautiful tourist (who's worthy of a poem) but because it's just a good pub.

 

[HarryHill]

At 5min 31 seconds into that video, the camera passes a pub on the right called The Red Lion as it goes up Whitehall. A pub to be recommended, not only because of one night many many many many many moons ago I pulled beautiful tourist (who's worthy of a poem) but because it's just a good pub.

I'll put that on my places to visit when I get over there

 

[champagne1982]

there's some old english poem with the lines 'throw another log on the fire, mother' somewhere, a line much parodied over the years, not least by Pam Ayres with her poem that starts:

Sling another chair leg on the fire, Mother
Pull your orange box up to the blaze,
Hold your poor old mittens out and warm them
In these inflationary days.

The Outlaws - Put Another Log on the Fire - Tompall Glaser

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

 

[butters]

Love the new AV butters!

ah, it's a returned av - my username was chipbutty before i asked Laurel to shorten it for me. so many asked what a chipbutty was, so it seemed easier to be - well - a little graphic. it's back temporarily due to a Gen Board thread linking posters with cats.

That's what an encounter with a stiff vagina does to you.

I'll put that on my places to visit when I get over there

i could barely see the vid it was so dark

The Outlaws - Put Another Log on the Fire - Tompall Glaser

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

shel silverstein? lords a mercy, i was convinced that came from some poem of its day. so sure, i'm convinced i read it... something victorian. damn!

 

[butters]

my journey out today was a bit pants

instead of taking 1/2 to 3/4 of an hour, the bus got snarled in an almost unheard of traffic jam there on a sunday and it took me almost 2 flamin hours all told to get to Hainault Woodlands Park - used to be call Hainault Forest

sunday afternoon, 70 degrees, light breeze - and way more very loud families than i'd anticipated. not that they shouldn't enjoy their fun, but they needn't be so loud on the bloody bus.

k, got there, nice, relaxing as i veered away from the crowds. what's this? half of the grassy area before the lake was fenced off with ugly metal railings - a no-go area where there's always been a 'GO' area. and the lake - now it's been almost divided in two with half used as a boating lake. and the toilets were disgusting. I couldn't see the face of my phone most the time in the bright sunshine, so half my pics have been deleted, showing lovely shots of my finger in the foreground.

it was lovely in amongst the trees, though, and the smells took me right back. laid in the shaggy grass for a while, staring into the blue, with white puffball clouds - got sunurn. not doing so great. that's without mentioning the heartburn from the hotdog... lolol the grass was lovely underfoot though.

beer o'clock?

 

[bogusagain]

Hey butters, shouldn't you be watching the film about Dylan Thomas on BBC at this moment instead of wasting your life on Lit? :caning: Now back to learning something useful!

 

[butters]

Hey butters, shouldn't you be watching the film about Dylan Thomas on BBC at this moment instead of wasting your life on Lit? :caning: Now back to learning something useful!

i was speaking with harry, so i don't cal that wasting my life but, well, since i am now unexpectedly free i'll go take a look. might have seen it already thanks for the headsup.

don't think i have seen it. to be fair, i tend to prefer what most 'famous' poets write than the people they are. self-indulgent, dropping drugs or abusing alcohol and people like it's going out of fashion.

 

[bogusagain]

i was speaking with harry, so i don't cal that wasting my life but, well, since i am now unexpectedly free i'll go take a look. might have seen it already thanks for the headsup.

don't think i have seen it. to be fair, i tend to prefer what most 'famous' poets write than the people they are. self-indulgent, dropping drugs or abusing alcohol and people like it's going out of fashion.

I didn't realise I was interupting your social life You need to hang a "do not disturb" sign on your handel.

 

[butters]

I didn't realise I was interupting your social life You need to hang a "do not disturb" sign on your handel.

you weren't

ooh, do we get one of those gratis or is it upgrade?

film's on in the background... yeah, love his writing, got no time for the character. so many gifted, talented, wonderful people destroy themselves - but it's what they do to others, so selfishly. get people to love them then make them watch this self-destruction.

 

[bogusagain]

I'm too lazy to be a poet
life's for living, not recording
the one thing I want to write about
is a willing vagina or a hidden one
teasing my imagination
or a coy one refusing my advances
the truth is, I prefer to feel a vagina
than write about one
this poem is not about vaginas
but the women that would be neglected
should I want to be a poet
so not to destroy a lover's life
I take her vagina seriously
one vagina at a time
instead of a poem