Haaayy, Perdita!

[MathGirl]

Where, oh where has Perdita went?
I hope she's not mad and her nose ain't bent,
We miss her curly head and cute granny glasses,
Even though she often tends to chap our asses.

Where, oh where has Perdita went?
I hope she received the flowers we sent,
Maybe she's sick with an inflamed earlobe,
Or fell headfirst down the garderobe.

Where, oh where has Perdita went?
Let's send out the hounds to pick up her scent,
We trust she ain't gone and drownded in a bog,
Or got drunk, fell down, and was et by a hog.

Where, oh where has Perdita went?
Mebbe went and shacked up with an exotic gent,
Hope she comes back soon, 'cause I sure miss her,
If she don't return toot sweet it'll be a pisser.
MG

 

[Svenskaflicka]

MathGirl, you're a poetic genius!

 

[Guest]

 

[TheEarl]

NanNoWriMo

The Earl

 

[MathGirl]

MathGirl, you're a poetic genius!

Dear Svenska,
Well, yes, and thank you. It's a cross I must bear.
MG

 

[Linbido]

Dear Svenska,
Well, yes, and thank you. It's a cross I must bear.
MG

And with grace. Tell me, what muse dows one pray tell turn to to find a rhyme for garderobe?

-Lin

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

You done got it, MathGirl!

(I just hope like hell it's not contagious.)

Reeling Rumple

 

[MathGirl]

Originally posted by Linbido And with grace. Tell me, what muse dows one pray tell turn to to find a rhyme for garderobe?

Dear Lin,
I have nothing to do with moose. The rhyme? Dunno, it just came to me as I was driving over to Latrobe.
MG
Rumple, You're correct.

 

[MathGirl]

You gitcher ass back here, yahear?

Where the hell has Perdita went?
Hope she's gonna be back before Lent,
Mebbe she's off visitin' Arnie in Latrobe,
Or trapped at the bottom of a garderobe.

Where the hell has Perdita went?
To search we might haveta git Clark Kent,
She might be stayin' over at her auntie's,
Or cruisin' Union Square not wearin' no panties.

Where the hell has Perdita went?
Been searchin' so long I'm feelin' plumb spent,
Hope she ain't jailed on a morals wrap,
Or sick in bed with a dose of the clap.

Where the hell has Perdita went?
Chances of findin' her ain't worth a cent,
Probably runnin' around not wearin' no undies,
And we won't find her fer a month of Mondays.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

In the name of all that's merciful, somebody please e-mail Perdita and beg her to reappear before it's too late!

Rolling out the door Rumple

ps: The questions is, will these drag her back or run her away for good?.

 

[Guest]

I'm here, I'm here!

What's all the to do, Rumps? I love Maths pomes, even the garderobe rhymes. I need time though to post a reply in verse.

Muchissimas gracias, MathsMuchacha.

Perdita sans knickers (only at home )

 

[MathGirl]

Oh, hello, Perdita. Have you been gone?
MG

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Perdita,

The musical questions that's sweeping the Lit nation is, will you use the Pearl Jam take on "Last Kiss" or the original version by Frank J. Wilson and the Cavaliers?

Relieved Rumple

 

[Guest]

Rumps, I'm sorry to relieve your relief but I don't know who or what you're talking about. Duh.

Perdita

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Rumps, I'm sorry to relieve your relief but I don't know who or what you're talking about. Duh.

Perdita

Perdita,

I like you lady, so I won't make fun of your cultural illiteracy. The reference is to, "Last Date" by Frank J. Wilson and the Cavaliers. It was one of the syrupy, sentimental, teen-age "death" songs from the early '60's (Patches, Leader of the Pack, Deadman's Curve, and Teen Angel were other offenders).

The rock group Pearl Jam did an upbeat version a few years ago. IMHO, one of those two renditions was probably the inspiration for MG's, "poems." The opening lyrics are:

"Oh where, oh where can my baby be,
the Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I gotta be good,
so I can see my baby when I le-eave this a world."

After that, listeners learn the gruesom details of the couple's "Last Date" and the girl's untimely demise. It's real bad, unless you're in a campy, black-humor sort of mood, in which case it's funny as hell.

Rumple

 

[Guest]

Rumps, I appreciate your tact. I don't recall lots of stuff by titles or authors but I do know those lyrics well, the other songs mentioned, and the 'genre' in general. Teenage angst = R&R for me.

Pearl Jam I do not know, or much of any pop stuff after the Rolling Stones' mid-70s (that's when I got into dead European white guy music).

Interesting guess re. Maths' poem though. We'll have to hear from her and see if she will attribute it.

regards always, Perdita

 

[Guest]

 

[MathGirl]

Huh!

Interesting guess re. Maths' poem though. We'll have to hear from her and see if she will attribute it. Perdita

It's very rude of anyone to suggest that I would stoop to such things. I've never heard of the lyrics, songs, or those who bellered them. My art is pure.
MG

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Pure as a footlong turd.

 

[Guest]

Ah, Flicka-mou, so often you give me my first real laugh of a day, which is very appreciated this morning.

Pierce, thanks for the complimentary greeting.

Maths,
Yes your art is pure, I've known that since first reading you. I am sorry but I do not have it in me to match, or try to match your poems. So I thank you very much, you cute-as-a-button girl.

Perdita

 

[MathGirl]

Pure as a footlong turd.

Dear Svenska,
You're just jealous, Swede. Saying things like that may have consequences when the Sv... comes up in the vocabulary lessons.
MG
Ps. Ummm..... Yes, I suppose that could be considered a threat.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Look, everyone, how ungrateful that little baby is! Here I agree with her statement, even reinforce it with a statement of my own, and what do I get for it? Uncalledfor threats!


Harumph!

 

[MathGirl]

Pure as a footlong turd.

Dear Svenska,
Are you talking about his halloween costume or just about Pure in general?
MG