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Friday, 9 February 2007

SOLILOQUY

As some of you out there in the ether are not on the RAB TGO Challenge, you might have missed this magnificent effort, found on the TGO Challenge website, posted by 'Richard of Gloucester'

(I wonder who that could be....)

Now is the winter of his absent tent
Made glorious summer by the postman’s walk;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon his house
In deep bosoms of his fantasies buried.
Now is his brow bound with victorious wreaths;
His bruised Akto stowed with older tents;
His stern alarums changed to merry greetings,
His dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag’d Al hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, - instead of writing barbed screeds,
To fright the souls of US postal services,-
He capers nimbly in his bright blue chamber
To the lascivious squeaking of his boots.

That Shakespeare chap could write a bit. But it does make more sense to me in Phil's updated version. Perhaps we should let them know down at the Globe? Phil could at last be gainfully employed bringing it all up to date.

1 comment:

  1. I know you all, and will awhile uphold
    The unyoked humour of your idleness ;-)

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