FRLians, Posters, and Lurkers - lend me your monitors. It gives me great pleasure
to give this FRLian Address for Thanksgiving (FAT) to all of you. I'm sure that some of us
have had FAT on our minds at this special time of year.
Certainly, there are many, many things for us all to be thankful for--- too numerous to list. The Iroqouis people believed that the oldest human ceremony was that of giving thanks to the earth, which they referred to as 'Mother' of us all. Here is the traditional Iroqouis Thanksgiving Address:
We return thanks to our Mother, the earth, which sustains us. We thank thee,
that thou has caused her to yield so plentifully of her fruits. Cause that, in the season coming,
she may not withhold of her fullness and leave any to suffer for want.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which run their courses upon the bosom of our mother, the earth. We thank thee, that thou hast supplied them with life, for our comfort and support. Grant that this blessing may continue.
We return thanks to all the herbs and plants of the earth. We thank thee, that in thy goodness thou hast blest them all, and given them strength to preserve our bodies healthy, and to cure us of the diseases
inflicted upon us.
We return thanks to the three Sisters (corns, beans, squash). We thank thee, that thou has provided them
as the main supporters of our lives. We thank thee for the abundant harvest gathered in during the past season. We ask that our supporters may never fail us, and cause our children to suffer from want.
As we celebrate Thanksgiving this year, let us keep in the forefront, or foreback, or foreside, or somewhere very close to our immediate vicinity, how fortunate we have been - despite our troubles now and concerns for tomorrow. As with the Iroquois, we are thankful for the blessings of yesterday and today, and look with hope to the blessings of our tomorrows.
Happy Thanksgiving FRLians. Long Live the FRL!!!!
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@happy.thanksgiving), November 24, 1999
Answers
... not to mention thanking the three brothers (beer, pretzels and
Thanksgiving football).
-- BigDog (BigDog@duffer.com), November 24, 1999.
Happy Thanksgiving to all you belated celebrators south of the border.
Thanks, Rob, for a wonderful thanksgiving prayer. I hope that Dear
Mrs. Michaels doesn't drive you too hard or lock you in the basement
again. :-D
SOBob, will you tell us the final count from FRL 12 (or whatever the
last one was)?
If y'all don't make it in here tomorrow, I'll look for you on Friday.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 24, 1999.
Thank Providence for this Forum! May we all be able to use the
abundant knowledge and skills gathered to ease the way for ourselves,
our loved ones, and our brethren next year. A roast toast nutty cheer
to the FRL! Happy ThanksGiving!
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), November 24, 1999.
Mother Earth doesn't like Olde English....you should maybe enunciate
your benediction in one of the dialects of the primitives who used to
wander her face before the advent of the European settlers....Ooma
Gooma..or some other obscure tongue....she's does not take kindly to
her rapists or their heirs....
-- Jay Urban (Jayho99@aol.com), November 24, 1999.
Night blankets the lake as the savage wind hisses over the cold
stones and sends shredded clouds sailing through the sky. Tall naked
oaks sway against the hidden stars as the storm
gathers then breaks suddenly. Searing lightening blasts the Earth,
the accompanying thunder
roars through the valley and rolls over the hills. Blinding sheets
of driven rain pour down as the thunder continues to growl and rumble
and the wind shrieks.
Just as suddenly the tempest moves quickly away, to the east. A
panoply of flickering stars is unveiled to warm and cheer the heart.
It has come and passed. Thankfulness.
Another storm is coming, yet this too shall pass.
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@thank.ful), November 24, 1999.
Hey Jay- Gotta bird? Want one?
Yea, what A & L said, and a nutty toast roast to you too! It may be
harder to find tangible things to give thanks for in the 00 zone, so I
hope you FRLians have simply the bestest, coolest, neat-o-jet,
holidays EVER! Thanks for all the ROTFLMAO's this past year. I've
always kinda secretly wanted to join the FRLian foresters, but I'm
shy. I'm quietly Chopin chords of stanzas, or stanzas and accords, or
Nissans and Hondas, or fiords and ... HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL!!!
-- Michael (mikeymac@uswest.net), November 24, 1999.
Happy Thanksgiving And Many Blessings...
To One & All...
The Ancestors, Great Spirit And... All Creatures Great And Small.
Diane
(And for the beautiful post... this one's for you Rob...)
Many Blessings Of The Season... Great Grand Pubah FRLian!
[Psst... stand back FRL'ers!]
-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), November 24, 1999.
Lettuce Welcome to the FRL our newest FRLians Jay and Michael! We are
thankful for your posts :)
OOOOOOOOooooo and what's this I see? A drink of bubbly - Thanks
Diane. Ouch! That cork is dangerous. Well now, time for a sip.
MMMMMmmmm. Hahahaha. 'Nother sipp. Hic. Weeeeeeee. Dis is reallly
goood Dinae. Wherez my drinkin dubby Hardlinre? hic. HAHHAAHAHAHa.
'nother bip. Zzzzzzzz. Weeeeeee. HAHAHAHAa. Hippy Tanksgrivink!
hicpu. Dearr Mrrs. Michales hid my Dack Janiels soo I and wery
tankful for the dubbly toniete. Zzzzzzz. hic. Harldiner ill savesum
for yu budy Zzzzz hic zzzz zzz hicc zz z
-- (hicpu@wee.wee), November 24, 1999.
Rob, thanks for the beautiful imagery! I love it when you do
that! :-)
HAPPY THANKSGIVING FRL!
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 25, 1999.
Rob, that was absolutely breathtaking. Our very best wishes to all
on Thanksgiving Day.
A Magical Day Thanksgiving.
To Ponder The Seasons Living.
The Leaves Are Turning
Winter Is Yearning
To Take My Breath Away....
-- karla (karlacalif@aol.com), November 25, 1999.
to the top
-- Old (timer@helping.out), November 25, 1999.
Bring us to this Asylum, leave us here, we'll be happy, don't wanna
leave. The ranks are swelling! WELCOME ;^) As the Count winds
tighter fellow tick tock travellers feel the sweet pull of our special
san sanity. Never have been so ThankFull! Crushing how desperately
thankful.
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), November 25, 1999.
Good morning all. I'm a bit hung over :) and Mrs. Michaels continues
on her Thanksgiving dinner mission. We are all busy going this way and
that getting everything ready - and no matter what, we always
forget something! Uh oh, she's calling me now - gotta run. I'll be
back later. Happy Thanksgiving All.
Well said A&L.
-- (sonofdust@helping.out), November 25, 1999.
remember: be thankful to your turkey
-- (turkey@day.blues), November 25, 1999.
Salutations FRL's!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to the pink and brown Furless apes from The
Squirrel King!!!
-- The Squirrel King (StillNuts@upina.Thanksgiving.Tree), November 25, 1999.
So this is where Rob is getting the booze. I should have known. Well,
it is a Holiday. Im sending you all some apple pie for desert. Hope
this image works.
p.s. I still think all of you are crazy!
-- Marie Michaels (Marie@Robs.wife), November 25, 1999.
Marie, thanks for the pie - it was great! Oh, and if you've married
one, don't birds of a feather flock together, or nuts of a shell as
the case may be?
Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I gotta go work now, so
I'll have to hear all about it tomorrow :-)
BTW, Welcome to all newbies and rarities (like you, Stan!)
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 25, 1999.
Wow! Thanks Marie! That was really nice (well except for the crazy
part!) LOL! Does this mean Rob has been banished to the car again?
Try and overlook his messy kitchen habits. He means well... and after
all, he's such a good writer, he shouldn't be in the kitchen anyway!
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 25, 1999.
Throwing a can of ghee into this mess. Or was it supposed to be
glee? Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
Sincerely,
Stan Faryna
-- Stan Faryna (faryna@groupmail.com), November 25, 1999.
Hi Gang. Marie came into the 'puter room' before when I was about to
post to this thread and she ended up reading it. She liked the gifs
(especially the waving turkey) and so I showed her where we get them
and she said she wanted to give youz guyz a pie :) The rest is
history. Speaking of rest, we just finished the cleaning up so now
its time to relax a bit. Happy Thanksgiving FRLians!
Long Live our Fruitcake Freedoms!
Long Live the FRL!
-- (sonofdust@restful.sleep), November 25, 1999.
Lovely, lovely, lovely,...yesterday with my sweetie, my daughter and
her fiance, and the meal both my sisters were also cooking and eating
(I mean the identical mean down to the Pillsbury Crescent Dinner
rolls). Then off to catch "Toy Story 2", going to the theater having
become a tradition for us in the last few years.
Lovely also to find the FRLians here, the Chief mentioning Mother the
Earth.
Very thankful this year.
She in the sheet, upon the hilltop,...
-- Donna Barthuley (moment@pacbell.net), November 26, 1999.
The Squirrel King has infiltrated the FRL !!! Welcome, Great Furry
Leader. The fowl are in hiding in the beaver dams, but they will come
out to strengthen the Alliance as soon as people get really tired of
eating turkey leftovers.
We went to see ToyStory2 yesterday but it was sold out. Saw Sleepy
Hollow instead. That is a terrific movie! Whoa!
May the entire FRL be imbued with hues of thanksgiving, joy, kindness,
and love throughout this Holiday season, even thru Rollover.
Sanctuary, sanctuary!
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), November 26, 1999.
Having recently returned from another dimension, the latest FRL thread
(this one) was one of the first places I chose to visit. I was simply
not up to posting anything, and I only lurked and soaked up as much of
the atmosphere of the place as I could. It was immensely comforting
and soothing to find you all still here and still the same warm, wacky
and wonderful FRLians that I left behind.
It is VERY good to be home and I am looking forward to catching up on
the latest FRL 'goings on'.
I am not so pleased with the situation that I found on the forum in
general. It has indeed degenerated into the behemoth that many of us
predicted and as I suspect that the sysops all lurk here (if indeed
they are not charter members of the FRL as Diane), this is an
appropriate place for me to voice my support of their recent
initiative to restore a semblance of sanity and order to our beloved
stompin' ground, the TimeBomb 2000 forum. If I may assist in that
effort in any way, I will certainly do my best to deliver.
Finally, as imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, I'm going
to flatter Chris and I do so by hereby petitioning our Fearless
Leader, Rob, for 'retired' status. I will gladly accept 'special
assignment projects', but I would prefer to operate from the FRL
thread(s) as she does and stop bloodying my poor head by beating it
against the wall of all the noise that the current crop of trolls is
generating. What say, Rob?
To all of you in the FRL, a most sincere and heartfelt (if somewhat
belated) wish that your Thanksgiving holiday is and was a very fine
one.
FRL Forever!
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 26, 1999.
Hardliner: O Great Master of Limericks and Astounding Story Teller,
your request for 'retiredment' is hereby offcially approved :)
Stop by when you feel the spirit move you. And I would ask that you
consider another entry of Taker Thunderbolt before the End, as a
special assignment if you will. Many have come and gone, yet the FRL
remains Home, and it is where our hearts are. Welcome back,
Hardliner - truly, you were missed, and we are thankful for your
return.
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@welcome.back), November 26, 1999.
Hardliner, you really WERE missed! Welcome home! We've mentioned
your name several times lately, wondering where and how you were. We
even talked about missing you in the chat room. :-) You
didn't happen to visit there one night, did you? There was this
anonymous poster who remembered my Cinderella picture... Made me
think of you.
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 26, 1999.
Hardliner, stay away from the dimension that takes you away!
Stealth fowl report: Most unusual, went to a Yourdynamite meeting
this afternoon, Michael & us & a polly lurker, and afterwards, a
sun-glimpse break from the rain: seagulls. Seagulls everywhere,
swooping, flying, grouping, alighting. 100 miles inland from Pacific
ocean. Michael thinks they blew in on the pineapple express storms
we've been having. Not a single duck or goose in sight. No nutria or
beaver either. And we were in a wetlands area. FLOCKS of seagulls.
And all Autumn, much warmer than normal temperatures.
Squirrels, fat with glossy bushy coats, scampering everywhere. Really
noticing the squirrels :-)
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), November 26, 1999.
Hardliner, see if you can lure Dick of Dale here for a limmerick
battle, please. I need some inspiration. Gotta work again tonight, but
I'll check in tomorrow.
-- T the C (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 26, 1999.
A&L: Thanks for the FLOCKS report. I am reminded of that old
Hitchcock Movie called "The Birds" in which one of the characters
kept saying (with an Irish accent I think) "It's the end of the
world".
Tricia: Limerick battle? Sounds like fun ;) Don't work too hard now,
we need you to be well rested for the limerick faceoff! And no typing
flu allowed.
Hardliner: Almost forgot - I saved you some of that Bubbly - I know,
not your favorite, but hope you will accept it in the SPIRIT intended.
-- (sonofdust@home.now), November 26, 1999.
In honor of the re-tiredment of Hardliner,
I hereby write this quick five-liner,
It's not much of a limmerick,
Hopefully it will attrack Rick,
A face-off between those two nothing would be finer!
(Well I tried. Now Richard of the Dale can beat me easily then spar
with Hardliner ;-))
A&L, I know too well that dimension. It's simply irrisistible. But
then so can be this dimension. Both mind-warping. That's why I
re-tired.
-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), November 27, 1999.
In accordance with the stated wishes of several FRLians (at least
partially), to see Richard of the Dale and myself pitted against each
other in 'limerickeral' combat, I have just now sent the following
EMail to Sir Richard.
The results of your various requests may not be exactly what
you had intended when you made them, but chickens do come home to
roost, etc., etc. and 'as ye sow, so shall ye reap'.
Sir Richard!
We had thought you lost! Along with most everyone else, I'm quite
pleased to know that you were just out wandering around a bit!
I'm not certain if it had been formed prior to your leaving, but
there's a rather powerful organization on the forum known as the FRL
(Fruitcake Resistance League), composed as you might guess of various
fruitcakes (or in my own case, a mere fruitflake).
These folks seem to have both an appreciation of the five liners
that you and I both are fond of, and a bit of blood lust as well in
that they have invited you and me to a 'battle' of limericks on the
FRL thread.
What I propose instead, is that you and I conduct an 'FRL Roast'
and roast each FRLian with a limerick appropriate to their audacity
and personality and one that is a suitable punishment for wishing to
mar Anglo-American relations in this manner. In addition to directing
our energies to a truly worthy cause rather than toward each other in
verbal combat, I suspect that it would be quite a lot of fun actually.
Serving Humble Pie is always SO much more fun than eating it!
I'm going to publish a copy of this to the FRL thread, and I
suspect that your reply will be eagerly awaited, if not with anxiety,
certainly with anticipation.
(hopefully)Your conspirator in 'Roast Rhyming',
Hardliner
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 27, 1999.
hardliner comes back
he must not do the troll threads
and only
stay here
Said in on one of those "other" threads...meant it...Welcome back
Hardliner, we have, I have, missed you dearly.
-- Donna (moment@pacbell.net), November 27, 1999.
Great minds may think alike, but small ones rarely differ. I sent an e
to Richard, too:
Dear Richard,
Welcome back!
We need you to check onto the FRLian Thanksgiving thread for a
limmerick (sic) battle with Hardliner if you're willing. We've sure
missed you!
Hope to see you there.
Tricia the Canuck
If Richard follows his old habits, he won't get my e until Monday
morning at work, but we may well hear from him then. I hope so. I also
hope that however they work it, as a contest or as a co-operative
effort, we hear many more limericks from the two limerists(?) whose
work is acknowledged best.
Speaking of acknowledged best, it's been a loonnnggg time since we've
had a(n) haiku from Unk. Gayla, I think you have pull there, can you
persuade him that we need his artistry too?
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 27, 1999.
Oh oh O O !! This promises to be worth watching! *pulling up 2
folding chairs and grabbing the popcorn*
The FRL rhymed while the globe burned ... tis already a legend ;^)
-- we're going out in style! (allaha@earthlink.net), November 27, 1999.
Hardliner came back to play.
I was sad when he stayed away!
But now he's back,
Everything is on track.
Today is a happy day! :-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 27, 1999.
Leave it to Hardliner to serve humble pie even to the FRL!
I'm watching with interest, but getting out of his way, eh.
-- Hiding (v@water.somewhere), November 28, 1999.
I've long enjoyed the FRL threads, but never felt "fruitcake-worthy".
My humor and creativity are certainly no match for the regulars here.
Well, I've decided to give it a shot, anyhow, primarily 'cuz my
attempt at a humor thread
("What does The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy have to
say about Y2k?") seems to have fallen flat. I've enjoyed putting
the thing together, why not check it out and have some fun exploring
the H2G2 universe. See what the guide has to say about
alcohol if you like to
embalm, or embibe, or implode, or whatever.
Can't promise haiku or limericks, but I hope to contribute some of my
goofiness in the coming days. Nice to have the FRL as a "sanctuary"
from the flame wars. Long liff the FRL!!! What is the meaning of liff
anyway?
-- Steve (hartsman@ticon.net), November 28, 1999.
Steve, a FRLian liffs while they laff upliffted ;^) WELCOME! [ of
course there are several other interpretations as well ]
-- Ashton & Leska in Cascadia (allaha@earthlink.net), November 28, 1999.
Here's Rob's original Thanksgiving Address which begat this thread:
We return thanks to our Mother, the earth, which sustains us. We
thank thee, that thou has caused her to yield so plentifully of her
fruits. Cause that, in the season coming, she may not withhold of her
fullness and leave any to suffer for want.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which run their
courses upon the bosom of our mother, the earth. We thank thee, that
thou hast supplied them with life, for our comfort and support. Grant
that this blessing may continue.
We return thanks to all the herbs and plants of the earth. We
thank thee, that in thy goodness thou hast blest them all, and given
them strength to preserve our bodies healthy, and to cure us of the
diseases inflicted upon us.
We return thanks to the three Sisters (corns, beans, squash). We
thank thee, that thou has provided them as the main supporters of our
lives. We thank thee for the abundant harvest gathered in during the
past season. We ask that our supporters may never fail us, and cause
our children to suffer from want.
Here's the same address, with the first paragraph translated using
Alta
Vista's Babel Fish translator. The first paragraph was translated
to Italian, then back to English. Second Portugese, third French, and
fourth German.
We give back the thankses to our base, the earth, than it supports
them. Ringraziamo the thee, those thou we have caused it to abundant
rendering therefore of its frutte. To cause that, in the season that
comes, it cannot think of its fullness and to leave are ne in order to
suffer in order to wish.
We return gratefulness to the rivers and the streams, that function
its courses in top of bosom of our array, the land. We thank thee,
this hast of we thou we supply it them with the life, our comfort and
sustentation. Grant who this blessing can continue.
We return thanks to all grasses and plants of the ground. We thank the
thee, that in the hast thy of thou of quality blest they all, and
given the their force to preserve our healthy bodies, and to cure us
diseases inflicted on us.
We bring thanks of the three sisters back (Corns, beans, Kuerbis). We
thank thee, this thou made available it as the main advocates our life
lasting. We thank thee for the plentifully available harvest, which is
entered inside during the last season. We ask that our advocates can
never leave us, and cause our children, under to suffer require.
Had this been an actual Babel
Fish translation, and not a crude, artificial, quasi-literate
approximation, your mileage would have most definitely varied.
And the fate of the Iroquois nation would, in all likelihood, not be
the same. Pity.
-- Steve (hartsman@ticon.net), November 28, 1999.
Welcome, Steve, oh mighty fish translator! You'll make a great
fruitcake, er... uh... FRLian! :-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 28, 1999.
Boyoboyoboy. Guess where I
been?
There's nothing so subtle as
an Autumn beach at
daybreak. A day-old Norther
vanquished the normal Gulf
haze, and the skies were
hand-rubbed lapis. Kit and I
found some wild sage and
scrubbed the leaves into our
shirts and faces. The big
northern gulls elbowed their
way into the congregations
along the surf line, and the
pipers called out the hymns
for our particular sunrise
service. A squadron of
brown pelicans flew in low
above the wavetops, and
alited to watch us like
ancient statues and some
long-lost avian Easter Island.
A dead teal reposed in the
line of tide trash, a victum of
the season upon the
marshes. The green of it's
feathers richocheted off our
eyes, and reminded me of
days when I had killed in
order to substanciate my
manhood. When I too, tred
upon beauty and youth, and
found the pathway growing
ever fainter with the dusk.
Old men celibrate each
sunrise.
------------------
But what's this? A rumor of
war laid upon our doorstep?
Ah, well, in this at least I can
fire the first volley!
---------------
There once was a lad named
Hardliner,
A sage and true poster; never
a whiner,
But now we hear tale,
He's with Dick o' the Dale.
(And I thought he' done
moved to Chiner!)
-----------------
No prisoners! No truce!
A battle of the muse.
A limerick attact!
While we're flat on our back
From holiday Fruitcakes and
Jiggle juice.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 28, 1999.
(now to rally the troups!)
---
There once was a girl named
Gayla Sue,
(Sounds kinda' like the girl voted
"Most likely to")
Although a notorious
two-timester,
She was a most excellent
rhymster,
She'd rightly be a Goddess, down
here on the bayou.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 28, 1999.
There once was a woman Canuckian
Who started a poetry war frlian
Gayla and Lon
Wrote at the dawn,
Soon the lines Were Rather STENTORIAN.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 28, 1999.
I came to the fruitcake thread,
Looking for funny bread.
What I found was so laughable,
And the folks downright affable,
I just turned and went back to bed.
-- BB (peace@all.costs), November 29, 1999.
LOL, BB! Better be careful posting on the fruitcake threads! You'll
become one of US! :-)
Lon filled the circus with cheer,
He had us all smiling ear to ear.
He's trying to flatter,
But it doesn't matter,
I'm STILL not buying you that beer! :-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 29, 1999.
OK, FRLians, stand by! I am in receipt of a reply from Sir
Richard, and we have formed an alliance. Your watchword will soon be
BOHICA!
That reply reads in part:
Yes I like the idea of "roasting" the FRL members rather than making a
Roman spectacle of ourselves as sort of cyber gladiators slogging it
out to the amusement of the imperial forum spectators (poised ready
with thumbs down no doubt at the slightest sign of weakness). [signed;
Richard Dale]
I would in a spirit of pity, advise you all to note certain aspects
of history and do not expect us to wear red coats and march in a
straight line. Perhaps it would serve you better to look to the
Maquis for illustration -- we certainly shall!
Having easily absorbed your opening volley, you are hereby on
notice that the SRAH Alliance (Sir Richard and Hardliner) is on the
move! We will strike without warning and show no mercy! When you
least expect it we will be there and our tactics will leave you
blowing milk through your noses and wetting your collective pants. Be
warned!
Y'all should have been careful what you asked for! Now you've got
it!
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
On December 10, 1998, a day that will live in infirmary, a thread
called
Brotherhood of Yourdon was started by Good Sir Richard.
Within only one day, I felt at least partially responsible for moving
that thread off-track and wanted to atone. So it was on that thread
the following was posted: "Yep... this thread is silly and getting
really out of hand. To partially atone for even mentioning
fruitcake and socks, I will put in a new question where we can start
off this way and whoever wants can just keep going. Stay tuned."
Well, some of you may have already guessed that the new question
started in atonement was the original "Know your Fruitcake" thread.
It is hard to believe that it has been almost one year. When I wrote
"we can start off this way and whoever wants can just keep going" I
never in my wildest dreams thought that it actually would have kept
going, and going, and going, and going---
Now it is with both awe and great pleasure that I salute all of you,
Dear and Loyal FRLians. When I contemplate what I will remember about
this Forum many years from now, undoubtedly all
of you and this amazing FRL will be first in my thoughts - and my
heart.
So it is both appropriate and ironic that we now have Sir Richard and
Hardliner back, limericks and all, at this puncture in our FRLian
history.
Let the Limerick Festival Begin!
Long Live the FRL.
(((FRLians)))
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@limerick.fest), November 29, 1999.
Be stout, friends; do not
waver,
Fortunes of war, do the FRL
favor.
My ammo's arrived,
Deluxe fruitckes, one plus
five,
And a wash-tub of jiggle
juice, just for flavor!
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 29, 1999.
Oooo Hardliner! Stealth limmericks.
;-D
(Love the fishy translation Steve!)
Diane
(Was buried in troll dung, but showered recently. Feeling uncreative
at the moment tho).
@}'-->---
Limey... uh... limmerick materials...
Fruitcake Index...
#0-A: Perfect y2k food? (not for the serious)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=
000FvD
#0-B: Supermarkets, Duct Tape, and Phone Gnomes (Humor)
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=
000W78
#0-C: Grandmama's missing check
http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-fetch-msg.tcl?msg_id=
000GXB
#0-D: Who else got one of 10 Anti-terrorist "Units"?
(pre-beginnings of the Canadianainainan steath geeses thread)
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#1: Know Your Fruitcake! (not for the serious)
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#2: Know your Fruitcake, the second.
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#3: OT - Fruitcake III
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#4: Know Your Fruitcake IV (not for the serious)
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#5: Fruitcake V : The Return of Sue?
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#6: OT- FRLians Unite, members only - OT
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#7: OT - FRL 7
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#8: OT - FRL 8
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#9: OT-FRL #9
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#10: OT - FRL #10 (washing Murhpy)
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# 11: FRL # 11 - Lessons from the Geese
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# 12: FRL #12 - Natural Highs
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And... for Lon...
Beans and Air Quality (HUMOR)
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Holiday Special...
FRLian Thanksgiving
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And another addition...
Brotherhood of Yourdon (Sir Richard of the Dale)
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-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), November 29, 1999.
To the Jiggle-Juice Clown from the Swamp:
You'd best do away with that pomp.
Wake up from your snooze!
Your pastry and booze,
Will avail you of naught in THIS romp!
If you for the League would bat,
seek advice from your dog that's a cat.
The claws that were paws,
must inspire jaws,
that rhyme as they say where it's at!
Seek out your friend, Alligator,
And Gayla? Stop tryin' to date 'er!
Submerge to your eyes,
And look for some spies,
Else surely you'll wish you had, later.
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
Now BB's a man of the cloth,
And his thoughts are nourishing broth,
Treat well your padre,
If you want your cadre,
To avoid the fate of the moth.
Beware of the Lime and the stones,
Lest your posterity be only bones.
The Brit and the Yank,
One day you will thank,
For keeping you up with Jones.
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
And so we have a limer-rhyming contest eh?
Hmmmn - no sides choosing here I'll say
While 'tis nobler to say for sooth
'Tis really better to stay and let looth
At both - the limey-writer and the gyrine flier....
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), November 29, 1999.
Lord, it feels like Home now!
-- Happy as can be (allaha@earthlink.net), November 29, 1999.
Drat - that should have been "... flier, gyrate"
Not really; with the theme of this thread, "... flier, I ate"
But the turkey, the flier, did eaten,
To oppose in poetry one who represents "the fields of Eaten",
So, actually, "... flier, he ate."
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), November 29, 1999.
Enter the erstwhile Sailor,
Who patronizes not the Tailor,
but wears his threads,
'til they're in shreds,
and has few friends at Baylor!
Few problems with nukes he sees,
and while he doesn't inhabit the trees,
his fascination with skunks,
in putrid chunks,
leaves his passengers weak in the knees.
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
What is this? an FRL "roast"?
Sounds more like a feast, not a boast!
I came prepared with Whiskey-Soaked-Fruitcake,
but the SRAH yet still has to partake,
or soon they'll be served toast!
Rob Sir, I had managed to forget this thread where in another state of
mindlessness I took over Sir Richard's thread. I'm worried that he
never forgave me this coup de state. (Sir Richard if you're lurking;
Sheila did manage to sew me that chartreuse muslin straight-jacket
since. And Diane has those nasty trolls very much under control, at
least at the FRL. So come out and play?)
-- Chris (#$%^&@pond.com), November 29, 1999.
Taking the tyme to rythme in a lyme,
To unknown soldiers of lyne.
Is a fryght, a delyght,
And a fyght in hardlyne playwryte.
But God is a Friend of myne.
Life's unfolding mysteries are best shared and told,
It's depths and secrets plumbed.
This funny bread is a treat
It's receipe a feat
As realities dark thoughts are numbed.
Aw, who's afraid of the big bad wolves,
Who span the sea, and won't let us be.
Bark bigger than byte,
Breaking bones, but not sight.
Their names will never hurt me.
-- BB (peace2u@bellatlantic.net), November 29, 1999.
Now we have a limerick Fest,
Where we like to play and jest,
We come here 'cause we want some fun,
And rhyme until the day is done,
Smiles are what we like best.
--------
Limericks they have five lines,
you must rhyme them on the dimes,
the first, second, and fifth together,
the third and fourth rhymes of a feather,
non-compliant ones? There will be fines!
-- (sonofdust@limerick.fest), November 29, 1999.
Rob, that Brotherhood thread should come with a warning: "Drinking or
eating while reading this thread is a hazard to the health of you,
your monitor and your keyboard!"
I should know, I'm still cleaning up the mouthful of coffee I had
taken just as I started reading:
I thought I lost my defective stealth rubber ducky, but then again, I
might be mistaken because I can't see it anywhere...so it might be
fixed. But it were fixed then I can't reproduce the problem and so I'm
not sure the programmers will believe me when I report it missing.....
-- Robert A. Cook
The warning given, though, thanks so much for a lighthearted trip to
the past.
-- Tricia the Canuck (tricia_canuck@hotmail.com), November 29, 1999.
Along the bayou was I strolling
and strumming
A simple lim'rick was I humming,
But I musta been delirious
These guys are SERIOUS.
Why didn't someone yell
"INCOMMING"?
A limerick war - just a whim
The damage so far has been slim
But a spy in our fold?
Who would venture so bold
Risking dear life and dear limb
Call up from the swamp the
reclused
For the dogs of war have been
loosed
With Robert by my side
To battle will we stride
(I can't wait to see Gayla get
goosed)
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 29, 1999.
Now 'Tricia, as Helen of yore,
Has instigated the making of gore,
But the Yank and the Brit,
Will have none of it,
And 'Tricia's gonna end up sore!
A game that's old but not right,
It's called, "Let's You and Him Fight",
But out of the Past,
An alliance is cast,
And the Brit and the Yank have got tight.
East Africa's really been studied,
Young 'Tricia's perspective muddied,
By the Mau-mau's deeds,
Which planted the seeds,
For visions of combatants, bloodied.
'Tis true that the weapons are words,
And her Stealth Geese are only but birds,
Yet the Truth is clear;
Should they fight here,
The Yank and the Brit would be nerds.
So 'Tricia your dastardly scheme,
(which has a flavor not unlike a meme),
Makes the Yank and the Brit,
To on their hands do spit,
As they prepare to skim off the cream!
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
I had
forgotten how good Hardliner is at writing limericks! The Brit is in
REAL trouble!
Sending
a 'gator to take care of Lon and his "geese"!
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 29, 1999.
Gayla, you misunderstand!
I am but the Brit's right Hand!
When he does arrive,
you'll all need to strive,
just to stay on dry land!
Now Gayla, you may have erred,
Or maybe true sentiment bared,
But the 'gator you sent,
To the Swamp Clown's tent,
Questions for which side you cared.
If you pledge allegiance to SRAH,
The Brit and the Yank will hurrah,
And extend our protection,
In your direction,
And the threatened goose? Hah!
We'll dress that goose in fleece,
And have it trained by the local police.
We'll assign it to Lon,
And set it upon,
His person with a full year's lease!
So Gayla, please be wise,
Before you meet a fowl demise,
Cast your lot with us,
Get on our bus,
'cause we're gonna win the prize!
-- Hardliner (searcher@internet.com), November 29, 1999.
Dear Mrs. Michaels gives Murphy a pill,
Try as she might, in only did spill,
Out of his mouth and onto the floor,
Rolling along then under the door,
He escapes out the house and down the hill.
Wee lil beastie hiding from me,
Timorous shivers up in the tree,
Should I get a ladder and go to the rescue?,
No! says Marie for isnt it true,
Never up trees cat skeletons we see!
He got up and hell get down,
OK I said but with a frown,
Then we whiled away some hours,
As I drank three whiskey sours :),
And Murphy came home and is now around.
-- (sonofdust@murphy.thecat), November 29, 1999.
Steve H., the Hitchhiker's quite good,
Appropos when in
Fruitcak-ey mood.
But you must attempt rhyme.
It's NOW!
It's the time.
At least try a simple haiku.
-- Donna Barthuley (moment@pacbell.net), November 29, 1999.
Well gang, it's been fun being back here and actually having some
time to post a bit and enjoy it. Tomorrow its back to the unreal
world though. I'll check in here when I can. And I really am still
thankful - at least I wasn't roasted! LOL.
BFN, Rob.
-- (sonofdust@bfn.rob), November 29, 1999.
So, Hardliner, let me see if I have this straight... You and Richard
are teaming up together? And if I join sides with you two, you will
protect me from Lon and his vicious "geese"? But, who are you and
the Brit teaming up against? Robert and Lon? Who is on which side?
I'm so confused! ;-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 29, 1999.
Gather, my children and
always remember
Old leaves, and old clowns,
fallen in November
The cannons' first sounding
Set my heart-blood to
pounding
And tested my metal and
timbre
-
But the red of my rubber
nose faded
To tlim'rick war I became
jaded
And the blood of my heart
Though frozen at the start
Now flows as the bayou,
unabated.
-
So, children, the tale that I
tell
Of rhyme-warriors, so brave
and so fell
A lesson, and thou know it
Ne'er send an old poet
To battle the Yank and the
Brit of the dale.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 29, 1999.
And Gayla, ma dawlin', we
know (we know).
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 29, 1999.
Tricia, stealth geese leader so dear,
of this "roast" have no fear,
I know that Richard of Dale,
is now shaking and pale,
sweating what to write as he gulps his beer.
And as for you Gayla trusted friend,
courageous and loyale FRLian,
you must resist this lure,
at first glance so demure,
it's a trap, don't fall for them!
Now Rob the FRL Leader is retreating,
is he afraid of a harmless SRAH roasting?!
What are we to think of this?
A poor excuse and cowardice?
'Tis so sad! Now Lon will have to be leading.
-- (v@H2O.com), November 29, 1999.
The once was a lass from
Canuket,
Who toted ten fruitcakes
'round in a bucket
When one would ask "why?"
She'd demurely reply
"Well you moron, If I only
threw one, they'd just
probably duck it"
---
And Rob, no fair posting real
poetry (and quite good, too).
We're all in this silliness
together. If fact, I think you
should be right up front here
with Trish (that warmonger).
And here, wear this big hat.
And this bright yellow coat.
And all these shiney medals.
And, uh, I'll be right, uh...right
here behind you. Yeah, that's
it. Right here behind this here
tree. Once more into the
breach!!
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 30, 1999.
Hardliner: Very well. I'm back! Its two in the morning but what the
hay. (Don't ya lov when da pager wakes ya up?)
For the record, I am not afraid. GO ahead. Roast me. Cowardice
indeed. Sheesh! Do your knockingwurst. So there! You can roast too,
Sir Richard.
Uh, Lon? Did you say you had a washtub full of the good stuff layin
round here... just wondering...back for a second try at some sleep
for now.
-- Rob Michaels (sonofdust@roast.toast), November 30, 1999.
p.s. Lon: I have the big hat, and the bright yellow coat, and all
these shiney medals, and one thing more - Really Bright Red Socks!
Do not be unindated by the SRAH. Strength, good fellow, Strength. Uh,
is there more room behind that there tree? Is that where the JJ is?
S.O.B. - also for the record: O Great Keeper of the Awficial Count,
this is number 72.
-- (sonofdust@lights.out), November 30, 1999.
Please excuse the interruption. Just wanted to see what this would
look like! Thanx.
-- Hawk (flyin@high.again), November 30, 1999.
Well, Hawk, it looks just like my
mother-in-law! But that's beside
the point. Conjure up a pome and
step to the front. We need some
new blood, er....talent around
here.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 30, 1999.
There once was a tinfoil named Dog,
Who was frequently taken for Zog,
When rollover comes,
They'll just be thought bums,
But live like kings in a Bog.
(I failed every poetry assignment ever given ....)
-- BigDog (BigDog@duffer.com), November 30, 1999.
It's a green, vertically adjusted, rear-legged mobile pre-bird of the lizard persuasion.....or his mother-in-law, whichever came first - the chicken or the egg on the other side of the road.
Except the egg couldn't get to the other side of the road unless it were first laid by a stealth goose - in which case the it wouldn't be either a chicken or the other egg, so it must be the first egg. But then if it were the first egg, then it couldn't have been the other egg because it would have been the second egg - which is why the lizard (or the mother in law) is going to the other place in the first place.
But we won't go there - cause it's not here on the other hand in the first place - since it is the second place. But I herd that third hand - - thus you need yard stick to measure three feet, which is funny - cause I only have two feet and two hands....which gets us back into the two pair of red socks....
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), November 30, 1999.
Is Hawk really Craig in disguise?
Some of what he says and tries,
Make me think that it's him,
Perhaps it's a whim,
If I'm right, please tell me no lies.
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 30, 1999.
Dearest Lon down on the Bye-O
I'm trying to decide where to go.
What is it you meant,
With the message you sent,
Where you said, "We know (we know)?"
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 30, 1999.
The line was a
hand-holding allusion
to your admission of
somewhat confusion
(Gayla, dear one
you know 'twas just in fun)
My feeble attempt at
amusion.
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 30, 1999.
This was s'posed to be a roasting of the FRL,
Not just from Hardliner, so where's the Dale?
Is he just too affable?
Pity, this SRAH is laughable,
Can you hear the lurkers ROFL?
[Sysop note---this .wav file--crashes S.O.B.'s 'puter--hotlink now--hope it works]
hear the lurkers ROFL
-- (v@H2O.com), November 30, 1999.
FRLians! Prepare to meet thy Fate!
I have received the following from Sir Richard:
(and just wait until he finishes the scan!)
From: Richard Dale
Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 09:27:48 -0000
Subject: limerix I
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Hardliner, the first half dozen, would you be so kind as to post
them on the
thread for me:
PS I'm still working on the scan
There was a young lady called Diane
Who dreamt of lands Arcadian
In a far off Greek Temple
She summoned spirits elemental
And worshipped the Gods Olympian
There was a young lady called Diane
Who journeyed in a mode Einsteinian
She started off each day
In a relative way
And ended up before she began
There was a young lady called Di
On caffeine she did get a high
"One more Cafe Latte"
Will be her epitaph
Too many cups she was compelled to drink dry
There was a young lady called Diane
Whose life was really going down the pan
Until she met up with Ed Yourdon
And took over the Y2k forum
She no longer felt like an old alsoran
There was a young lady called Diane
Who composed a very lyrical pavane
She danced to her tune
By the light of the moon
Til exhausted she laid on her divan
There was a young lady called Di
Who oft in magic woodlands did lie
She whiled away the hours
By picking garlands of sweet flowers
And distilled them to really get a high
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As a special concession to the Swamp Clown,
INCOMING!!!!
(and a 'special' word for the water sprite with the jackal-like laugh:
There's a 'special' place for you in my plans, dearie!)
From: Richard Dale
Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 16:30:33 -0000
Subject: Limerix II
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Hardliner, could you please do the honours with this lot:
There was a young man called Cook
Who always did things properly by the book
Never known to have bungled
He said "I am humbled"
If you don't believe me well take a hard look
There was a young family named Cook
Who never left poor Bob off the hook
They nagged him night and day
And took all of his pay
And even accused him of being a crook
There was a young man called Bob
Who was hounded all day at his job
He was harangued even I'll wager
By his demanding teenager
What did he do to deserve such a mob
There was an old man called Ed
Who always seemed so exceedingly well fed
He made a bundle of cash
By cutting a dash
And retired to a villa on the Med.
There was an old man called Ed
Who hid himself away from the Fed
He owed taxes I guess
To the feared IRS
And changed his ID it is said
There was a young man called Ed
Who decided that he should now get re-wed
She was younger that his daughter
"Do you think I really oughta"
His wife said "if you do you'll be dead"
There was a young man called Unk
Who always lived in a rarefied funk
His wife said "get a grip
And do up your zip
For god's sake you're really such a punk"
There was a young man called Unk
Who decided to become a chaste monk
He gave up all too soon
At the rising of the moon
And stole back to his wife's welcoming bunk
There was a young man called Unk
Who accumulated a whole load of junk
His wife threw him out
He spent days wandring about
But without her he was totally sunk
There was a young man called Hardliner
Who said "I can't think of anything finer
Than roasting the FRL
I just love giving 'em hell
With my deadly and thrusting five liner"
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BB's name is 'Pastor Bob'
Souls from hell, he does rob.
"Heaven will be great!
It's not too late...
Jesus loves you!" he cries to the mob.
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 30, 1999.
All these "Dale" limericks so facetious,
Do look to me very suspicious,
In short time so many can only come from one source,
And all of us know very well from who, ofcourse,
A well known five-liner who's rapacious.
This is not an acusation,
But merely a suspicion,
Until we hear from the Dale himself,
I'll remain vigilant and stealth,
Spy of the FRL battalion.
-- (v@H2O.com), November 30, 1999.
What limericks from the supposed Sir Richard of the Limey's?
I couldn't read 'em - cause they were stealthly configured to be confiendentially written only for the sole intended viweing of the intended viwerer only and all that confiendential classified ossified fissilized stuff that I can't read since it wasn't there....but that's neither here nor there, which why it obviously relates to the other side of the road, but we're not going there since its here already - except I can't read it
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), November 30, 1999.
ROTFL, Robert! I love Hardliner's reference above to the skunk! Tell
Ms. Jean I said hello! :-)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 30, 1999.
Thanks to Gayla I'm out in the open,
I'm not whining o-pining or mopin.
Keep your gators away from me,
Or I'll end up your enemy,
God is smiling at all of this jokin.
:-)
-- BB (peace2u@bellatlantic.net), November 30, 1999.
Welllll - shucks, blushes humbly - I only said I could read 'em, didn't say I could smell 'em.....
But that that imply an implicit comparison in the odor of the supposed limeyricks, or of the (fomerly formally flattened) skunk that was the subject of distinguished distinction and extinguishion?
-- Robert A. Cook, PE (Marietta, GA) (cook.r@csaatl.com), November 30, 1999.
You call THAT a roast?
Why, I've had worser - on
toast!
No ifs, and or buttin',
they need lessons in
down-cuttin'
My MIL (see above) could
teach them haste-post.
When the Big Dog came
prowlin',
he sent the SRAH howlin',
with fright in the night,
they fled from his bite.
(Or was it his slobberin' and
growlin'?)
It takes no Einstienian logic
To see that Sir Robert's
pedagogic.
His reparte' with the eggs,
had them tuck tail 'tween
their legs..
Their roast-boasting now
seems micrologic.
Brother Bob weighs in
heavily for us.
Perhaps with a Heavenly
chorus?
To think the God's humor
would somehow find room
fer
the rhyme-crimes the
infidels lay before us.
So sound you the great
battle trumpet
Pound hard the war-drum,
don't just thump it.
We'll call in Special Troops,
grimey back-biters and
snoops.
Where's Gayla, and Chris
and Diane (that ol'
strumpet!)
Remember this strictly, all
and one,
This is limerckly just for fun.
I'd never risk your ire
by committing "friendly fire"
And now, ever so quickly -
-I'm done!
-- Lon Frank (lgal@exp.net), November 30, 1999.
Rob can create pictures in my mind,
A rare gift that few ever find.
If you ever get the chance,
Ask him for a dance.
You'll leave all your worries behind.
(PS- Rob, better start a new thread soon! This one takes forever to
load! How about "FRLian Limerick Wars"?)
-- Gayla (privacy@please.com), November 30, 1999.
Thought I'd pop in here real quick,
And then write up a limerick,
No one yet has roasted me,
All the posts I looked to see,
Lots of good ones take your pick.
Sir Richard and Hardliner - I have a Beef,
No one's roasted even my feet,
My socks are off so go ahead,
You both know they are bright red,
No fear Good Sirs, I won't retreat.
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When posting to this Forum,
Observe proper decorum,
Gayla wants a brand new thread,
I'll start one 'fore I go to bed,
And check it in the mornin'.
On second thought, since I was up half the night and am kinda wiped
out, not to mention roast beefless, I'll start that thread now.
S.O.B: #91, O Great One.
-- (sonofdust@wheres.thebeef), November 30, 1999.
Moving...
# 14: OT - FRL #14 - Limerick Festival
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-- Diane J. Squire (sacredspaces@yahoo.com), December 01, 1999.
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