Ode to LJ...

[Captain]

There once was a Lad named Len,
In the Carolinas he searched for Gin,
Found Posty's Whistle instead,
And upon it he plead
But it sent his poor ass straight to bed.

[Arty]

Down on the couch he sat
Probably thinking of his cat
The shine kicked in hard
Had the whistle been barred
He probably would not have fell flat


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[Thumper]

I could never remember all the rules for odes, so I'll have to go for a limerick. ;)

Ol' Ticboy I'll tell you about,
He found Postie's whistle too stout.
No one noticed him leave,
Thought he'd just gone to heave,
But they found him in bed, passed out.

[Captain]

Ode: a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject.
ie: LJ passing out.

[Thumper]

Ode: a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject.
ie: LJ passing out.

Yep. it's the rules and forms that baffle me ...

"A classic ode is structured in three major parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, and the epode. Different forms such as the homostrophic ode and the irregular ode also exist. There are three typical forms of odes: the Pindaric, Horatian, and irregular. Irregular odes use rhyme, but not the three-part form of the Pindaric ode, nor the two- or four-line stanza of the Horatian ode. Huh? :crazy

[LJ3]

There once was a group of goodhunters,
Whose best chance at getting laid was to crawl up a chickens ass and wait.

[Thumper]

With the big-boys, Len wanted to hang,
To be cool and part of the gang.
But the more whistle he drank,
The lower he sank,
'Til he hit the floor with a bang! ;)

[LJ3]

Hey! Let the record show I made it to the bed without falling! I had to close one eye and lean in to it but I made it!

Fuckers :)

[Captain]

For Len to recall what he reads
Paying attention he would need
But he just skims the text
And becomes quite perplexed
Then runs off and smokes all his weed.

[Thumper]

A Noticer Len wanted to be,
But details he never could see.
His attention was lax,
He'd skip over the facts,
Then he'd beg for his badge on one knee.



:GH Shit Disturber

[Thumper]

Hey! Let the record show I made it to the bed without falling! I had to close one eye and lean in to it but I made it! Fuckers :)

Yeah, but hitting the BED with a bang, just didn't sound right. (It's called "poetic license") ;)

Poetic License - n. - The liberty taken by an artist or a writer in deviating from conventional form or fact to achieve a desired effect.

[Captain]

I cannot believe this has been here all day like low hanging fruit for Posthole and not one attempt.
He is noramlly a limerick master...
What's the matter Posty (Lens) cat got your tounge?

[Thumper]

He got in trouble for picking on Bucky ... so he's a bit gun shy now.

(THAT should bring that stubborn old Okie mule out into the open) :D

[LJ3]

I've not noticed anyone treating me with kid gloves here :) when you have a mouth like mine, you gotta be willing to lean in to the strike zone!

I think he's been playing his grandsons guitar all day!

Oh, and bite me.

[Captain]

I think he's been playing his grandsons guitar all day!
What Grandson? Wonder how old he is??? (the grandson) ;)

[Arty]

What Grandson? Wonder how old he is??? (the grandson) ;)
Cappy that's the 64,000$ question.
You know posty is the quiet and secret type. He'd never reveal such details on a forum like this.
If you don't believe me ask Len.

[LJ3]

I have the details of how I'm gonna give you both Viking funerals while you're still alive.

[Captain]

Ooooppps, thinking I took it one too far!
Oh buddy bud Len....
Have I told you lately how good a guitar player you are and your hair looks nice too....
Let's talk about how much I bragged on your Oyster stew.

[LJ3]

I forgot a smiley face at the end :)