tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post110926651022934547..comments2023-12-25T10:41:40.226+00:00Comments on Author Intrusion: A conversation with LindaRod Duncanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12801828229505529131noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-73067016615025207082010-07-03T15:03:44.990+01:002010-07-03T15:03:44.990+01:00Re-read it too. Remarkably good. Were we once that...Re-read it too. Remarkably good. Were we once that clever? I'm impressed.<br /><br />:-)Rod Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12801828229505529131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-26297877289697980352010-07-01T11:58:41.506+01:002010-07-01T11:58:41.506+01:00Just re-read this. Twas fun!Just re-read this. Twas fun!rainbowlindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03884908416354179265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109331917290581222005-02-25T11:45:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:45:00.000+00:00Now I go to buy some strings
So my guitars most cl...Now I go to buy some strings<br />So my guitars most clearly sing<br />I'll look in later; read the thread<br />and see if others post instead<br />to those that write the posts surreal<br />You need a different thread I feel<br />This one's not for all that stuff<br />Tho' I don't mind:- it's fine enough<br />Whilst round about the snows still falling<br />and my feeling is that these rhymes are getting quite appalling<br />Time wasted? Well I think not<br />what a response - there's quite a lot...<br /><br />Ho Humm<br />The MattSterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109331476467519532005-02-25T11:37:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:37:00.000+00:00anyone for iambic pentameter?anyone for iambic pentameter?Gerainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01992533987510702658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109331177247735432005-02-25T11:32:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:32:00.000+00:00And let those that read or hear this feel thankful...And let those that read or hear this feel thankful to God<br />That the icy fields of Newark they have never trod;<br />Especially while seated around the fireside on a cold winter night,<br />Let them think of the cold and hardships Newark residents have to fight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109330845318791302005-02-25T11:27:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:27:00.000+00:00and yet Rod see it as a log
of proof that people ...and yet Rod see it as a log <br />of proof that people read your blog.<br />and as for the frozens wastelands of the North<br />from where many people sally forth<br />I cannot remember icy mountains grand<br />in that wintery land<br />I think you say it on a whim<br />whilst most just mutter 'Oop North, it's grim!'Gerainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01992533987510702658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109330684626915782005-02-25T11:24:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:24:00.000+00:00Oh wond'rous thread of poems out of hand,
If we go...Oh wond'rous thread of poems out of hand,<br />If we go on like this will we get banned?<br />We'd thought it harmless - not meant to annoy...<br />A somewhat surreal but jolly liter-rar-rar-y toy<br />I expect we all could shut up and stop<br />If you really wanted to give this fun thread the chop?<br />What say you Rod do we go on?<br /><br />Or would you rather we found other ways of amusing ourselves?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109330381713434482005-02-25T11:19:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:19:00.000+00:00Wakefields's icy mountains are fascinating and gra...Wakefields's icy mountains are fascinating and grand,<br />And wondrously created by the Almighty's command;<br />And the works of the Almighty there's few can understand:<br />Who knows but it might be a part of Yorkshire's remote land?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109330289430160242005-02-25T11:18:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:18:00.000+00:00This thread is getting out of hand
Not at all what...This thread is getting out of hand<br />Not at all what I had plannedRod Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12801828229505529131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109329939127402602005-02-25T11:12:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:12:00.000+00:00Lots
Anonimous of RoumaniaLots<br /><br />Anonimous of RoumaniaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109329902180219262005-02-25T11:11:00.001+00:002005-02-25T11:11:00.001+00:00Twas on the morning of the September the first
Whe...Twas on the morning of the September the first<br />When the wind howled like it had been cursed<br />That I saw a man with a wooden shield<br />Get off the train from bonny Wakefield<br /><br />But why, thought I this shield should he bear?<br />and so it was I continued to stare<br />at the man with the wooden shield, <br />getting off the train from bonny Wakefield.<br /><br />And so it was with bated breath, I went to the man, who didn't look deaf.<br />and said 'my good man, I hope you could tarry <br />and tell me of that shield that you do carry.'<br /><br />The man looked me up and down, then said<br />'Get thee hence or I will break tha head'<br />and so it was he went away <br />and left me in complete disarray<br /><br />Oh shielded man, I must conclude<br />I must have caught you in a bad mood.<br />the reason why, I could not have said.<br />But what was the axe doing sticking out of your head?<br /><br />I salute you shielded man for your tirade<br />and in my memory you will never fade<br />for it was on that morning so jolly<br />that I met my first complete wally.<br /><br />and so, i must conclude my text <br />and consider what I should write of next.<br />Perhaps I should write of the bridge of the silvery Tay<br />That stood there majestic until the day, it fell.<br /><br />But to that, i shall not give it my all.<br />I shall leave it to my mentor, William McGonagal.<br />Instead I shall think of the man with the shield.<br />Are they all like that in bonny Wakefield?Gerainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01992533987510702658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109329878575028062005-02-25T11:11:00.000+00:002005-02-25T11:11:00.000+00:00Say Anonimous, Its only 10:15? I'll take your 10:1...Say Anonimous, Its only 10:15? I'll take your 10:15 and raise you 16:20 and remember thats cheap!<br /><br />Cheap? who said that? add it all up :- thats not cheap! is that in Lei or Dollars American? If its Lei lets play ball, otherwise maybe we can think of some other games...maybe involving being in the dark with only a torch for comfort...say it really is getting dark here isn't it...I'd give a whole dollar for a lightbulb.....75c for an oil lamp (and 10 Dollars for the oil) OK 50c for a candle and thats my last offer..2c for a match? So you won't budge eh? You drive a hard bargen... and you drive it on the wrong side of the street! <br /><br />Just remember you'll be laughing out the other side of your wardrobe when this gets about!! OK you win - how much snow?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109328217218101852005-02-25T10:43:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:43:00.000+00:00Snow admits green nuns.
Leaves talk and smoke flut...Snow admits green nuns.<br />Leaves talk and smoke flutters sheep.<br />Mouths slip then hail turns.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109327923294636882005-02-25T10:38:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:38:00.000+00:00So at last we discover
Anonimu's secret assignatio...So at last we discover<br />Anonimu's secret assignation<br />With snow, and yet melting<br />Find with sock contamn'd<br />Perhaps he too should blog and be damned?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109327712186716262005-02-25T10:35:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:35:00.000+00:00Hello fans!,
Anonymous of Romania here!
So my s...Hello fans!,<br /><br />Anonymous of Romania here! <br /><br />So my secet location is out...<br /><br />but wait!! Its coming back in again and has flung itself into the library in disgust...flung itself into a chair in the kitchen, flung itself at all the walls, door and two windows, finally its....flung itself onto a horse and ridden off madly in all directions.....Curse this snow!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109327375989103312005-02-25T10:29:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:29:00.000+00:00Matt - yes, Linda tells me it is indeed all your f...Matt - yes, Linda tells me it is indeed all your fault. This craze for McGonagal-ish e-mails. You have a lot to answer for. :-)<br /><br />And anonymous - The time zone difference suggests you might be somewhere in Romania? Would that be correct?Rod Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12801828229505529131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109326696602812252005-02-25T10:18:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:18:00.000+00:006:09pm?
Its much later where you are! Here its 1...6:09pm? <br /><br />Its much later where you are! Here its 10:15 AM and Snowing........ Which, when subtracted, leaves at least Eight hours to think up another one ... and for the snow to melt - leaving significant pools around the knees and a slight stench of rotting sock.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10858604.post-1109326158854810262005-02-25T10:09:00.000+00:002005-02-25T10:09:00.000+00:00Oooooohhh Twas in the bitter winter of the year tw...Oooooohhh Twas in the bitter winter of the year two thousand and five<br />That many people ensured they reamined alive<br />by seeking shelter from the driving snow<br />and on the internet they did rhyme<br />although <br />some people thought it might be a terrible waste of time<br />but in the end its quite nice to know<br />that this gloriously silly poetic occupation<br />Could even now be flooding out by electrons across many nations<br />And better yet that we all still<br />Celebrate that famous scottish poet McGonagal<br />and oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com