Sounds of Conflict
are mad about Rugby Football here,
On top of the world in the South,
Where players are he-men with no body-armour
Except for a guard in the mouth.
(Unlike gridiron, where each has his face
Masked as if for an orbit in space
And his body all padded from shoulders to hocks
To keep the poor little dear from hard knocks.)
game takes 80 minutes to play,
With half-time of 10 minutes rest,
And a few minutes injury-time at the end
For those who were just too hardpressed.
Le fantôme and Hilre like watching this game,
Where none of the movements are ever the same,
In front of TV, warm and cosy at home,
Rather than umbrella over your dome.
Zealand possesses the world's greatest team,
Called The All Blacks because of their suits,
And many a boy has the ultimate dream
Of being one of The All Blacks' recruits.
In Sydney tonight we're playing Australia,
And surely expecting no vestige of failure.
The reason for this is historical truth,
They beat us last year, now they're for it, forsooth!
sending this in a half-hour before
The footy match starts there in Oz,
Which means, if we don't win, I won't have to tell
But, then, if we do, I'll give you a yell.
Speaking of sounds...
as a newly married
seems I've discovered sounds galore,
from kicking free of covers
to the ever present snore.
when he makes the coffee
that's a sound that I adore,
but now and then I must admit
there are some that I abhor.
that I might mention
is not for the faint of heart
but it's the unabashed sound
of the reverberating fart!!!!!
to be a "man" thing, most certainly.
It also fills his sons' with joyous glee.
But one thing the boys haven't learned in order to escape a zinger,
it's never, never, never, pull Dad's finger.
I'm much more proper.
Never would I be guilty of such a whopper.
No, I'm so much more discreet.
I belong to the "SBD" elite.
Speaking of Sounds...
flatulence besets you
And your stadards sink down lower,
Beware the match that turns your body
Into a flamethrower.
and husband, Paul,
Caught the flu, as I recall,
And she, by her own admission,
Stoically accepted her condition.
However, speaking of her spouse,
She said he's lurking 'round the house
Snuffling, grizzling, right to left,
As though of wits he were bereft.
But I know her and I know him
And think her view unfairly grim.
how does SOUND come into this?
Well, they are its antithesis.
sigh of a person who suffers
From viruses such as the cold
Is wearying quite as much as
The virus (or so I am told)
sounds and sounds as we all know
And others filled with buoys
Some sounds are music to our ears
Others we call noise
Buoys and ghouls.
Sound minded ghouls
Adrift upon the ocean
The bouys ding ding
The ghouls wail
And cause a great commotion
Oh bring me sound
Back to the sound
From whence I sailed in yore
With body sound
And mind that's sounder
Than it was before
The whales sound
And swim around
The sound that I remember
So sound the sound
Of my home sound
In freezing cold December
Noise Free Zone (mens' mouths)
many sounds on your computer;
Methinks you have over-reactions!
Consider the Milford and Marlborough Sounds,
Which constitute tourist attractions!
By the sound
of it you haven't heard
That keyboards have soft or hard clicks
And you can obtain a nice soft-clicking one,
If you lay out a few spondulix.
your C drive is troubled
To call it unsound would be scandal;
The problem with hard drives usually is
The nut on the end of the handle.
NOISE FREE ZONE
come equipped with various sounds
Most of which I usually leave off
My preference for websites is midi-free
And I wish the C drive wouldn't cough
It hums and it whirrs, there are times when it screams
I wish for a noise-free zone
The keyboard could do with less tap-tapping too
But it seems it annoys me alone
Otherwise I am sure some PC inventor
Could have muffled the sounds easily
The price wouldn't matter if there was less clatter
Nothing good ever comes to us free
Re: NOISE FREE ZONE
equipped with sounds
The bray like donkeys, bark like hounds
Especially when they're turned on
I like them with their midis off
I hate it when they smoke and cough
Especially when I'm turned on
I wish that silly sex inventer
Had put a control at her centre
A knob marked "VOL CONTROL"
Or better yet on every witch
A great big shiny "MUTING SWITCH"
One like that is my goal
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