Bantering with Octagons

[Andreina]

A Joke

a kangaroo walks into a bakery and says to the baker: "Can I have to two sauasge rolls, please?"
Baker: "Sorry but we ran out of Sausage rolls. But I can go upstairs and get you some."
Kangaroo nods and says "Okay."
The baker runs upstairs, falls over the stairs, falls over the piano chair, bangs his knee and shouts down to the kangaroo: "I'm sorry but we ran out of Chocolate Moussee"
Kangaroo: "Don't worry. I'm here with my bike."


Halo

 

[freescorfr]

Hippity hop
End of my cycle
Wallaby and pheasant stew.
Rhythymic skipping, jumping, bumping, bundling, binding
Bouncing, bending, bonding

Ah Yes! and bonking too!

 

[sigh]

pheasants rise from the grassland plain
with a noisy rush

clouds welcome with a nod, shifting from shape to shape
as off to the river they rush

 

[freescorfr]

Rush and gambol to their garden of Eden
where flesh of my flesh and bone of my bones
Old Adam lies
The saddest man on earth.
Fluff in my navel, Eureka
The begat of Adam intones, munching an octopus egg
"I didn't have one"
Dead dad Adam, navel-less cries.

 

[tortoise]

Coyote and Mole conclude this conversation

"Oh, and by the way," the Mole muttered, "your mind it is not feeble.
However, you, with every word uttered, make me think you are febrile.
Your views on me you wish to impose, you say my views are insane.
The world would improve should your mouth close as thoroughly as your brain."

"I never once said," added the Mole, "you're wrong to dine on rabbit.
Yet my choices you shoot full of holes, a most troublesome habit."
"You are annoying," the Coyote yelled, "and all of my friends agree!"
In all our days we never have smelled a fouler creature than thee!"

"And on that fine note," the Mole did laugh, "I wish to bid you goodnight.
We seem to have come to an impass, where each is sure he is right."
"You know I am right," the Coyote barked, "that's why you have given up.
Go return to your home in the dark, and on your foul bugs do sup."

 

[freescorfr]

Bugger the bugs, the're just and illusion
begin, conclude, concluded exclusion!

 

[tortoise]

I use my illusion to delude my exclusion
The food of intrusion extrudes infusion
If you exude collusion, do you include confusion?
Ex post facto infraction extraction
Cum catapultae proscriptae
Erunt tum soli proscripti
Catapultas habebunt

 

[sigh]

boneless octopus floating like eggwhite in vinegar
slow drift
gob of protein in an acid bath

 

[tortoise]

Synaptic soup

1/4 cup minced capri pants
24 teaspoons whipped vitriol
6 bushels fresh penguin entrails
7 bunches dried koala testicles
8 pints pureed tangerine loins
3 1/2 birchbark canoes, blanched
whole narwhals, to taste

Soak the diced lummox with half of the apple cider vinegar for a fortnight, and don't skimp on the garlic, or the rabbit queen will be most dyspeptic. Chiffonade the salt cod, and saute it with the reserved dried cherries. Boil the steam for 30 seconds or until ice crystals start to form. Brown the eggwhites until they are bright blue, then stuff them into the diced olive oil.

Hint: leftover octopus can perk up even the blandest pine needle tisane, especially if the ice crystals are the right color and the polenta is steeped with just enough silk.

Edited to add: be sure to use only the white and pale green parts of the leeks.

 

[freescorfr]

Recipes for Levi-strauss, Stilton, maggots
deep fried mouse
Taboos served as apperatif
Consanguine bread and cocao leaf
Affinity of second cousin
Quails eggs in porridge - by the dozen
Menu maid , servant laid, table payed
Butler splayed, fuschias weighed
Regent slayed.

 

[freescorfr]

The King's Head, The Queen's Arms,
The White Horse, and Red Lion
The Slug and Lettuce, Drunken Duck
Bitter, Heavy, Light and Mild
Sweet and Dry.
Star and Garter, Porterhouse
Keeble, Christ Church, and St. John's
Merton at the Pembroke Ball.

 

[tortoise]

The Baffled Terrier
The Whittling Yorkshireman
The Prancing Peony
Quaff and Sons Olde Publick House
The Black Watchfob
The Wandering Sow
The Snort and Yodel
The Earnest Gentleman
The Dapper Pepperpot
The Well-Appointed Stableman
The Woolen Codpiece
Hogswallop and Kidney Pie, Ltd. (Phineas Flapdoodle, Proprietor)
The Salty Bowsprit

 

[sigh]

watch on a fob clicks endless time
forevermore
see the man dance his jerky rhythm to the tune of seconds
as his woman turns once each hour

 

[tortoise]

saucy sages sloppily seizing somnambulates
gauzy gazes gaudily grazing forevermore
waspy wages wobbly wheezing some ambulance
flossy phrases foggily fazing a stevedore

 

[sigh]

alliteration anyone?

 

[freescorfr]

alliteration
basic costs devalue every farthing gained
How income joins kinetic lime mounds
Notwithsatnding opportunities
presenting quasi realistic stones
Undermined voracious weather
Xanadu, Yokels, Zoroastrians.

 

[Dillinger]

Voracious foggy alliterations forevermore baffle sweet second cousins who slowly canoe through boneless bugs while muttering sad welcomes to laughing married kangaroos.

 

[Black_Bird]

Sad welcomes
like the jumping needle of a record player
screwed up sounds of a blues singer
Choking down the neck of a untuned guitar
While dieing of time.

 

[sigh]

soaring blues wash though me...
guitar, mouth harp, gristle-voiced wonder
such beauty
selling a soul to sing about pain

uh huh, uh huh

 

[freescorfr]

Time neo-gnostic pendula
Foucault all
knell rung the genuflected consecration like Yoko Ono's grapefruits, cacophonous onomatopea belching loud.

 

[cymbidia]

Without: normalcy, eerie normalcy

Within: cacophonous wailing loss drowns eyes looking like normal eyes out on the world:

Cancelling each other: silence

 

[Black_Bird]

Drones working on keeping the norm.
DrOnes working on keeping the norm.
DrOnes wOrking On keeping the norm.
DrOnes wOrKing On Keeping the Norm.
ROnes wOrKing On KeepinG the NorM.
One wOr King In KeepinG The NORM.
One war king In KeipinG THuS WORM.
One war king is kiping us WarM.
One war king is killing us all.

 

[tortoise]

stop killing with the lobster man
it was a madman
but I had to get the clown
unwitting was the player bound
it was a handmade town
and wow I got rejuvenated

unfitting was the mobster band
it was a bad can
but I'm plaid and wet and down
unleaded was the way I frowned
it was a stand way round
and how I got recuperated

 

[sigh]

mmmmmmmm
mmm
m

oh yeah

 

[freescorfr]

o o o o o o o
oh oh oh oh oh oh
She loves you
I wanna hold your hand
Yeah Yeah Yeah

recuperated pop
recyled coital products
bookbound wintergreen cowslips
yellow footed plovers diving in my honey jars
daffodils on mother's day paternal joy
allelluia allelluia allelluia