Hey Eskie, I''m huntin'' Wabbitsees!

Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:45 pm by druid

Oy "Rabbit Ears" enclosed named Tors old chum, lay off with the joyous well wishing of Esqui mister. You may be a "covert" operator but it is obvious that you are trying to muscle in on our little arrangement in Esquilaxativia. Try not to forget that the cheque I wrote for your GB stocks has not been lodged yet too.

Right, as we all seem to be feeling a little tearfilled while reflecting on our wonderous creation I suppose a few lines on behalf of those who have not one singl bulls breeze of a notion as to what is going on at this point of the procedings would be nice. (I spoke to a player on the Monkey Universe earlier who visited TLR and found this thread...a tad confused was he I might add.

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Tonight across the world wide web
On this forum we achieve a type of celeb.
Rabbits and Mullahs, Vampires and Druids
Sing about Towels, Ladas, Dollars, Ginger Fluids.

Dreaming of a time when the O.T. made sense
Erstwhile members, lurkers, n00bs feel inscensed.
None less so than Final who is still in the dark
Not one single clue about this thousand post lark.

Enough is enough I hear them cry out
This is enough what's it about?
I cannot say FD I'm as clueless as you
I jumped on the waggon and away it flew.

Someone who knows would you please fill me in,
Don't keep me hanging you know it's a sin.
Reveal yourself "Tors" false and vile heathen
Unless by tomorrow you don't wanna be breathen'.

In a prayer of quiet desperation I end my plea
Dear Lord bring us vision so the truth we may see.

Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:55 pm by mustang

Bah, the bunny, the druid and the mysterious Tor hath outdone me! The Llama will not stand for this one-upmanship.

THE NIGHT OF THE WOMBAT

Ahead the wombats rolled,
silently into the night.
Armed with rockets and carrot,
cocked ready to fight.

Across Tawakalnistan borders,
it's territory breached.
Moving quickly and quietly,
the target soon to be reached.

With a push of a button,
they let their rockets ignite,
and with a blast and whoosh,
the wombats took flight.

With speed and stealth,
they would not be snared.
For their intel was perfect,
their attack fully prepared.

A screech and a thud
and they arrived at the car.
While Tawakalna slept,
in the mullah boudoir.

With carrots held aloft
and shoved into the exhaust.
A Tawmobile no longer mobile,
not to be moved, nor to be forced.

With the wombats mission done,
they knew there would be time.
To grab some Tawakalistan crumpet
and some tequila and lime.

Edited by - Mustang on 11/9/2006 7:39:57 PM

Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:17 pm by Esquilax

Heh, good work Swiss, Musty

. I won't show you up with more po'try just yet, as I want to see what Tawski has to say. It had better be good though, or we'll have to start poetry Round Two!

Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:12 am by Tawakalna

"The Hare to prop his chimaeric state, doth lewd & golden proffers make:
Processors, motherboards, and ginger beer, to those his part that take.
Yon traitorous crew reaped scant reward not fitting tob their desire;
But as their purpose bloody was, so shameful thus was their hire.
For false god, a stage of shame, and dung for crowns they have;
Their sceptre to a halter changed, their burrow become their grave."

and less of the "Tawski" - I'm not some rapper hangin' wit' muh' homeyz

Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/10/2006 10:06:18 AM

Fri Nov 10, 2006 10:43 am by J Dawg

Perhaps Tors is one of the departed (from TLR, anyways) old guard... such as Nickless.

Fri Nov 10, 2006 2:06 pm by Esquilax

Lies! All lies! The Rabbit-King does not make "lewd offers", that ain't ma style. And when are you going to attempt to retake Esquilaxistan (or is it Mustantopistan now?) anyway? You are certainly taking your time, and it will be much harder to return your once-golden provence back to the sandpit that it was once the Esquilaxitavian-planted tress have taken root. As for "Tawski", well you certainly sound like a "rappa" to me. But you are right, perhaps I should call you something "hipper" like Taw'ho . Yo Taw'ho I wanna know 'bout yo' poss', G! Where dey at?

Dawg - Perhaps he is... but probably not

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Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:08 pm by H.Q. Victor

Edited by - Finalday on 11/10/2006 7:08:56 PM

Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:08 am by Indy11

Don't cry for the Tawakalna
The truth is he never left you
All through his wild days
His mad existence
He kept his promise
Don't keep your distance

And as for fortune, and as for fame
He never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all he desired

They are illusions
They are not the solutions they're false and done in
The answer was here all the time
He loves you and hopes you love him

Don't cry for the Tawakalna

Edited by - Indy11 on 11/11/2006 1:08:49 AM

Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:45 am by Esquilax

What's with all this poetry? Is it open-mic night or something?

In any case, it is more Tawakalnic progaganda! Let us not forget the tens of thousands of poor rabbits that have been consumed by this evil Tea-towelled meglomaniac! You will be avenged! Hop forth, brave Esquilaxitavian Chevalier , and prepare to defend the borders of Esquilaxistan against the evil Saracen- I mean Tawakalnists!

Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:36 am by Tawakalna

"Of Tawakalnistan the poet wrote
of its multitude of goats
and camels aplenty he did espy
with his discerning naturalists Eye

and of the People he did say
of their brave and pious ways
and of their quiet simplicity
and other Virtues, more than three

and of the Mullah it was always said
he worked oft hard, and spared his bed
to keep his people safe and free
in his benign Theocracy

yet in the summer of this land
there came a blighted noxious band
led a by a Rabbit of a sort
and Desolation was their sport

the People they did force to drink
vile ginger beer, known for its stink
and images of rabbits for them to hail
importations of a faith gone stale

the Mullah he did take the van
the Rabbits they did turn and ran
and foul Birdmen by the score
they did befoul the air no more

for Tawkalnistan did not fight alone
others there were, with craft and bone
brave Loctutus, of the people's fame
tilted manfully in the bloody game

noble Parabolix, rabbit hunter of yore
and stout-hearted Richard of the new Jersey shore
and others who wilted not
whilst the Rabbit could only bestir a sot

for behind the Rabbit there lay craven
in his cups, vile Mustang, the brazen
who had always sought with his grasping hand
to take for himself the Tawaklnis fair land

and others there were of this wicked crew
foolish Jugged perverted by the rabbits brew
and Zeta1 with squirrels claimed a plenty
although he never showed more than twenty

the battle it did tear the land
and for some they did not understand
why this war did rift the Reactor
yet perhaps they will percieve hereafter

for moral Principle did war the Mullah make
although Swiss Drui always was on the make
and Indy did sit back and count the profit
of arming both sides, making fine dollar there of it

yet for all his brave striving of war
teh Mullah could prevail no more
the weight of numbers took its toll
even on his benobled Soul

and so the folk of Tawakalnistan were sold
for less than dust, yet more than gold
and every mother her tears did lave
as each son did to Rabbitland go a slave

and from afar the Mullah plans
to recover the blessed Tawakalni lands
and in the process this doggerel write
having nothing else to do at night

whilst Rabbits now the reactor rule
it is a Cockaigne, a reign of a fools
and the posters they do sit struck dumb
whilst Esquilax types without a thumb

A chimaera now the fate does hold
of Tawakalna's people, brave and bold,
To his whim their future's captive
lest his computer remain inactive?

And shall this sorry state thus go on
while the Sun does rise and the Moon doth shone
Or will another come to pass
and Tawakalnistan be free at last."

Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/11/2006 5:28:01 AM

Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:03 am by Indy11

wow.....

We seem to be on a roll now boys. Keep 'em coming. PS, as usual, my contribution is not an original but an adaptation ... to anyone who really cares.

Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:15 am by druid

No I don't care, well, not as such. However SwissDruEnterprises did buy the copy right to all lyrics written by any and all ex Eruo Vision Song Contest winners, which just so happens to include ABBA. Please don't chastise me for knowing that piece of trivia. I trust Incy Corp will be forthcoming with a prompt payment of royalties due.

@Taw:

Edited by - Druid on 11/11/2006 5:39:36 AM

Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:26 am by Indy11

Silly Swiss Man, ABBA pays royalties to Indycorp who owns the original copyright to the song the adapation of which posted. ... in so far as Indycorp owns all songs composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber ...(Evita )

Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:42 am by druid

Doh! Ya got me bang to rights there copper.

I think I will just rest my head back down on my desk and hope the next potential victim...erm...customer to enter the emporium this morning is more hung over than I.

Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:33 am by Zeta1

Here is a popoppooeeemmmmm by an obsebrer of one of our battttttles
The squirrels marched to battle
Ready to strike revenge
beating their enemies to the consitency of Beef Cattle
They parachuted in
Having military outposts at everywere from Crete to West Berlin
Their guns blazing
into Taw's troops chests, their bullets were grazing
They hit the ground,
but Zeta1 frowned, something was wrong
But he couldnt place his finger on it, so they went along
But then he heard!
a trap! and their they were!
insurgents throwing their turd!
Zeta1 hit the deck, trapped in an open field
from the enemy fire, tottally unconcealed.
He did not panic,
keeping the coolness of a car shop mechanic.
He ordered his men, take the right flank,
Ill give them a run for their swiss savings bank.
He grabbed a machine gun
and lobbing grenades, running straight at the enemy, on his daring bombing run
Cannons to the left of him, cannons to the right of him
but he pressed on, even though he had been wounded in the limb.
A unsheathed his sword, the glorious blade glistening in air, charging the enemy
Meanwhile, Taw's troops were unaware, of the flanking Squirrels coming around the rear, trodding behind them quietly, as a Virgina Deer
Zeta 1 jumped into the enemy trench,
sheathing his sword on an enemy, and throwing another into a power tool work bench.
The flanking forces arrived,
into the trench they dived.
They cut the troops off,
dispatching their tawklani enemies in the 6 foot deep trough
Needless to say, Zeta1 won that day,
twas' a battle of skill and grace, like elegant radioactive decay

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