Taking the Mickey

i just took the mickey, harry. a rose by any other name... :devil:

Yes you did. Remec prompted a further search and I came up with this Sounds interesting and I am wondering if rhyming slang would in someway inspire poetry.
 
Yes you did. Remec prompted a further search and I came up with this Sounds interesting and I am wondering if rhyming slang would in someway inspire poetry.

very little rhyming slang used nowadays, though the odd word still gets thrown around - such as 'on me tod' meaning on my own. nobody say's 'going up the apples', and we don't all have street parties where we dance to 'knees up, muvver brown' with the pearly kings and queens all buttoned up rite proper, like..... :devil:

but, it's playing with language with intent: the intent was mostly to be able to pass on information they didn't want to rozzers (cops) to find out about through people earwiggin'. street language.

poetry is made of language from all levels. yeah, i just stated the obvious :rolleyes:
 
very little rhyming slang used nowadays, though the odd word still gets thrown around - such as 'on me tod' meaning on my own. nobody say's 'going up the apples', and we don't all have street parties where we dance to 'knees up, muvver brown' with the pearly kings and queens all buttoned up rite proper, like..... :devil:

but, it's playing with language with intent: the intent was mostly to be able to pass on information they didn't want to rozzers (cops) to find out about through people earwiggin'. street language.

poetry is made of language from all levels. yeah, i just stated the obvious :rolleyes:

She had a giraffe on me
but only 'cause she could you see
bit of Barney Rubble that one. :D
 
I was brought up on Broad Norfolk ...... Molly Linley she smoke like a chimley and she's moi little nicotine gal
 
very little rhyming slang used nowadays, though the odd word still gets thrown around -

*nod*
Yeah, certainly likes me a nice pair of Bristols, doncha know? Even if they're not the first thing to catch me eyes. :D:devil:


:cool:
 
*nod*
Yeah, certainly likes me a nice pair of Bristols, doncha know? Even if they're not the first thing to catch me eyes. :D:devil:


:cool:

:p

let me translate into more contemporary brit-speak for you:

yeah, rilly likes me a nice pair a bristols, init? even if they ain't the first fing ta catch me eye.


you could even swap 'init' for 'y'understand me?'

init

ha :p
 
When I lived in Cali,. there were some Carney folk that I knew, after reading about rhyming slang and remembering them, I dug a little deeper and came up with This
 
Exactement! (My head is like an overblown balloon right now...and I can see my semi-sentient typing fingers have been taking shortcuts, again. *sigh*) :rolleyes:


:cool:
ha, sleepy fingers, and why? your head, i mean? are you feeling grey, remec? :rose:

When I lived in Cali,. there were some Carney folk that I knew, after reading about rhyming slang and remembering them, I dug a little deeper and came up with This
interesting link, harry - will peruse this in more depth later. :cool:
 
Eyes wide open

'Prow tightening' 'e said, laying about with the 'ammer
'needs to get all your boards tight when facing the slammer
of them north seas,
would not want to split a seam.'
I had to agree; you need to keep a close watch on your ship
when faced with unknown waters; and even the known
sometimes become unruly as surely as God
made a cold London night in December.
I lit my pipe and kept a weather eye.
 
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well bless my barnacles
i could use a sea-captain here
right about now
but this ship-mate
needs to take the wheel
steer between the rocks
looking for calmer seas
sounding out
underwater sand bars and errant rocks
 
'Prow tightening' 'e said, laying about with the 'ammer
'needs to get all your boards tight when facing the slammer
of them north seas,
would not want to split a seam.'
I had to agree; you need to keep a close watch on your ship
when faced with unknown waters; and even the known
sometimes become unruly as surely as God
made a cold London night in December.
I lit my pipe and kept a weather eye.

well bless my barnacles
i could use a sea-captain here
right about now
but this ship-mate
needs to take the wheel
steer between the rocks
looking for calmer seas
sounding out
underwater sand bars and errant rocks

Beware of barnacles on your bottom!
 
Does a hen weigh heavy on your mind
and snug in post prandial splendor
 
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