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  • Originally posted by Andrew Walker View Post
    This needs to remain on page 1
    As long as you remain off page 3 .

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    • Originally posted by Jacks Fur Coat View Post

      As long as you remain off page 3 .
      Sorry I still like page 3
      I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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      • Originally posted by Andrew Walker View Post

        Sorry I still like page 3
        You still got that green Borat Mankini?

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        • Originally posted by Jacks Fur Coat View Post

          You still got that green Borat Mankini?
          Oh Jack of course everyone who is anyone has one of those
          I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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          • Originally posted by Andrew Walker View Post

            Oh Jack of course everyone who is anyone has one of those
            Ohh Andy....you will set all the ladies running with that.

            The only question is which direction.

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            • Originally posted by Jacks Fur Coat View Post

              Ohh Andy....you will set all the ladies running with that.

              The only question is which direction.
              Oh Jack they absolutely love it they run straight for me When I wear that piece you speak of I know how the Beatles must have felt
              I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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              • Oh you two, what are you doing to this magnificent poetry thread? I don’t need to see visions of Chookpen members running around in mankinis!

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                • Originally posted by mightyrooster View Post
                  Oh you two, what are you doing to this magnificent poetry thread? I don’t need to see visions of Chookpen members running around in mankinis!
                  Jack is bullying me
                  I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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                  • Originally posted by Andrew Walker View Post

                    Jack is bullying me
                    Paddo will be very disappointed as he left me in charge of this thread in his absence lol.

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                    • Originally posted by Andrew Walker View Post

                      Oh Jack of course everyone who is anyone has one of those
                      I will lighten it up for you Andy with a story/
                      At my work which I am now retired a photo went around off a very well-endowed fellow manager in a pair of stubby shorts with his tackle hanging out the bottom. Lucky dude.
                      Someone showed me and my response was. Dam mine wouldn't hang out the bottom of a mankini

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                      • Originally posted by Jacks Fur Coat View Post

                        You still got that green Borat Mankini?
                        There is nothing more off putting than a man who behaves like an exhibitionist after a certain age. I don’t like seeing selfies of show offs. Shows a lack of class, intelligence and substance. Very crass behaviour.

                        A great Australian once said “You’ve got no dignity Muriel!”
                        “If there is one thing I cannot stand is snobbery. People who try and pretend they’re superior. Makes it hard for those of us who really are.” - Hyacinth Bucket.

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                        • Getting back on track to poetry after Jack has tried to hijack this thread

                          There was a girl who wore red white blue
                          who was desperately clingy and stuck to you like glue
                          she was old and needy
                          it made you feel so seedy
                          thar it sent you running to the loo
                          Last edited by Andrew Walker; 10-30-2022, 10:30 PM.
                          I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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                          • Originally posted by mightyrooster View Post

                            Paddo will be very disappointed as he left me in charge of this thread in his absence lol.
                            Can you please tell Paddo I have tried to bring this thread back up poetry after others have tried to hijack and derail this thread some of us hold do dear to our hearts
                            I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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                            • There was a woman who lived on the hills of Dover
                              who desperately craved to be bent over
                              but she had no luck
                              and couldn’t get a .uck
                              even when she tipped her chauffeur
                              Last edited by Andrew Walker; 10-30-2022, 11:01 PM.
                              I respect all our moderators here. Past present and even future. Always have done and always will do a wonderful job.

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                              • Ahhh...they keep coming Andrew - gems that tug at he subliminal processes or, possibly, the simian.

                                Meanwhile, here is a timely one. Our spineless government has upped the support for the Taiwan war mongering with an agreement for a B-52 squadron in Darwin (4 Corners tonight).

                                This is an anti war piece by Wilfred Owen one of the great WW1 poets killed just weeks prior to the Armistice. I talks to wars realities. The Latin translates as "How sweet and honourable it is to die for one's country" - an age old war mongers' trope.

                                Dulce et Decorum Est


                                Wilfred Owen - 1893-1918
                                Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
                                Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
                                Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
                                And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
                                Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
                                But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
                                Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
                                Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

                                Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
                                Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
                                But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
                                And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
                                Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
                                As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

                                In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
                                He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

                                If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
                                Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
                                And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
                                His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
                                If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
                                Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
                                Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
                                Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
                                My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
                                To children ardent for some desperate glory,
                                The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
                                Pro patria mori.
                                Last edited by Paddo Colt 61; 10-31-2022, 05:34 PM.

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