Sounds of Conflict
We
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.)
A footy
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.
New
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!
I'm
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.
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fantôme amical
Speaking of sounds...
Speaking
as a newly married
seems
I've discovered sounds galore,
from
kicking free of covers
to
the ever present snore.
And
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.
One
that I might mention
is
not for the faint of heart
but
it's the unabashed sound
of
the reverberating fart!!!!!
Seems
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.
Me,
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.
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Speaking of Sounds...
If
flatulence besets you
And
your stadards sink down lower,
Beware
the match that turns your body
Into
a flamethrower.
The
Secret Shadow
Influenza
LadyD
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.
And
how does SOUND come into this?
Well,
they are its antithesis.
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fantôme amical
LONG-SUFFERING SPOUSES
The
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)
Bea
YawzELLEff
There's
sounds and sounds as we all know
And
others filled with buoys
Some
sounds are music to our ears
Others
we call noise
Troubadour
Buoys and ghouls.
Sound minded
buoys
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
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Noise Free Zone (mens' mouths)
Zounds! Too
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.
I'm sorry
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.
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NOISE FREE ZONE
Computers
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
Lady D
Re: NOISE FREE ZONE
Women come
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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