Friday, April 3, 2009

Poetry Slam Friday dun rite

Since Ramon can't stand up to do his Catholic duty and quell the sciatic schism in the usually stable suzerainty of his lower spine, it falls to me to present to you some obscure bit of doggerel masterful piece of prose discovered in the dankest corners of the web sung to me by angels in a moment of mystic nirvana.

It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere,
I’m all alone, more or less.
Let me fly, far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh mango juice.
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I’ll pack my bags, and head into hyperspace,
Velocity at time-warp speed.
Spend my days in ultraviolet rays,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

We’ll lock on course, straight through the universe,
You and me, and the galaxy.
Reach the stage, hyperdrive’s engaged,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.


First prize for guessing the artist and song wins a dinner date and hot night with Perseus. Second prize is two dates with Perseus. Boom boom.

16 comments:

squib said...

Far out! Yesterday I was looking through dvds in Myer trying to find that series

Pepsi said...

I was just thinking about the night we saw Craig Charles, off his trolley from the get go, doing standup at the Athenaeum Theatre about 10 years ago.

Have they just done another reunion show or did I dream that?

Love your work Boogeyman

Perseus said...

Like I'd even agree to a date with you NERDS!

Mr E Discharge said...

red dwarf theme
Howard Goodall - Composer
Jenna Russell - Performer.

Prize Please!

squib said...

I think Boogey you should make it clear that the lucky winner will have to sit in the rain at the footy with a soggy pie

Melba said...

squib you are indeed psychic. I for one am convinced.

Pepsi said...

I'd like to pass on the prizes, ta.

Ponygirl cast-offs arent really my thing.

Mind, I do have a friend who might be up for it ;-)

Melba said...

Here we go again Perseus. Deja vu much?

Do the Cats play the mighty Tiges this week?

[innocent smile]

Perseus said...
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Perseus said...

Mind, I do have a friend who might be up for it ;-)"

You mean, your alter ego 'Mad Cat Lady'? Augie March won't be at the match.

Besides, I can't go. I'm in the studio - a booking made months ago when I wasn't thinking footy schedules.

But that's ok because a) Richmond will get ANNIHILATED and

b) We have a spunky genius playing keyboards for my band. Having her play on songs I co-wrote is better than footy. Just. Unless Richmond wins. Then footy is better than spunky geniuses.

Go Tiges.

Boogeyman said...

Hey, no backsies or swapsies, Perseus.

I wish you all the best on your date with Mr E. Just don't expect him to go Dutch. Greek, maybe, but not Dutch.

Mr E Discharge said...

Well.
I have to say I'm disappointed PQ.
You never struck me as a man who would fail to live to promises made for you by others.Disappointing indeed.

It could have been so great! I began to gather up the the essential ingredients for an inchanted evening.
Some fine reds, Woad, Rohypnol, KY,
an asortment of pyrotechnics, a cheese platter and a trombone.

Your loss.

*sob*

Lewd Bob said...

A wholly depraved line of thought, Mr E, which I will avoid thinking about by making up a story containing wholesome family values involving those items.

*

"Yippee! It's Chinese New Year, it's Chinese New Year," shouted Billy, racing up the steps gripping his trusty trombone.

"Indeed it is," replied Mr Wong, eyeing Billy's trombone with curiosity. "Do you remember what I promised you today?"

"Yes I do," said Billy, bending over to pick up a packet of tablets he'd noticed on the floor. "You're going to light my crackers!"

"I am!" declared Mr Wong, producing a tube of KY jelly from his breast pocket.

"Ooh, what's that for?" asked Billy, placing his trombone in Mr Wong's back passage.

"It's always a good idea to grease up the roman candle," answered Mr Wong. "A trick old man Wu taught me many years ago when I was your age. Ensures an absolutely rigid wick and a perfect explosion."

"I see Mr Wong. I say! Are these your tablets?"

"They're actually mine," announced Mrs Winterbottom, dressed all in leather as usual, and striding purposefully into the room carrying a cheese platter and 3 bottles of red wine. "I suffer from extreme insomnia and those Rohypnol tablets treat it with rather grand results."

"I see."

"But you should always treat drugs with respect Billy."

"You've brought the refreshments," said Mr Wong. "But why 3 bottles of wine? You know we should only have a little tipple. After all, I have to drive Billy home."

"Choice, Mr Wong, choice. We'll only blow one and I'll place the unused bottles in my larder."

"Well that's that cleared up," said Billy, rubbing his hands together. "Now, who'd like to dye my jumper with some woad?"

Mr E Discharge said...

Bob,
Don't ever change.

wari lasi said...

Wow. I know (well sort of) a real comic genius.

I don't know what you're on Bob, but it must be really good stuff.

You just made my Saturday morning. I was in a foul mood, but I can't stay angry after laughing my tits off. Thanks.

Perseus, you used to live with this guy? It must have been an interesting experience.

Lewd Bob said...

Since a kid I've had a deep-seated need (arising, no doubt, from general insecurity) to get a laugh. Glad it worked on this occasion Wari, it often doesn't.

Just to clear up any misunderstanding, Perseus and I never shared a house together but shared many other things such as a passion for footy, matchbox cars and churning out oddball music, often lacking instrumentation of any sort.