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Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:56 am
Pah Loc...ur feeble attempts to kill me are the norm for those who neglect the hopping side of the force. Someone as weak with the force could never hope to stand against someone like me.
Edit - Darth, can you uncheck the sig add box please?
Edited by - Finalday on 11/19/2006 7:48:42 AM
Edit - Darth, can you uncheck the sig add box please?
Edited by - Finalday on 11/19/2006 7:48:42 AM
Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:05 pm
*Snorffles* Dance? Me? Bah! And I'll have you know that the whole "leg-shaking" thing was completely involuntary. Ask the Mullah, it happens to him as well. The Rabbit-King knows...
In any case, it is now time for me to prove once again that I am Taw's poetic superior, or at least a worthy adversary. I still have not composed my "magnificent octopus", but the following should do. Firstly, a parody of Taw's parody...
My name is Taw, I think I'm clever,
A bunny's neck I'd to sever,
I like to reference dead poets by the score,
And hark back to the good old days of yore.
By doing so I try to show up the rabbit,
While sitting back in my tea-towelled habit,
Because I know that I'm the greatest,
For of all my foes, he's the latest.
Yes, truly an example of Taw's fine work. Next, a response to Taw's numerous negative comments 'bout me poetry.
My good friend Taw you do me wrong,
Abusing me with rhyme and song,
What have I done to deserve such attack,
A savvy young rabbit, I must fight back.
Despite this war of most pointed words,
Your land remains full of rabbit herds,
Your poetic skills you must defend,
While hour 'pon hour you must spend.
Trying to defeat the noble bunny,
Using rhyme and words that seem quite funny,
I must point out that this is not the case,
The only parties amused, your small fanbase.
To your latest efforts I must snorffle, (Yes, I finally worked it in Indy
)
Your recent poems have been truly awful,
Especially your simple imitation,
Truly a poetic aberration.
While my rhythm may not be perfect,
To your negative views I must object,
I craft my verses with intent,
To respond to the sallies that you invent.
Topical poetry is my goal,
And limited am I in my role,
Despite these setbacks I have shown,
Wit cutting Mullahs to the bone.
For as my rhyme gets better and better,
Abuse you must craft letter by letter,
Despite the time and effort you have spent,
The time has now come for you to repent.
Your posts affected by the Law of Murphy,
Showing us all that your works are but a furphy,
Thus the Rabbit-King maintains his modest lead,
Besting your best efforts by word and deed.
Hmm, not bad considering the lack of specific material, but definately not my best. Damn four-hour meetings *grumble*. And now, it is time for this war to move into a new phase, one that I doubt that I will win lacking knowledge of the subject areas. Still, it must be introduced. All will be revealed tomorrow... time permitting.
Edited by - esquilax on 11/19/2006 9:07:44 PM
In any case, it is now time for me to prove once again that I am Taw's poetic superior, or at least a worthy adversary. I still have not composed my "magnificent octopus", but the following should do. Firstly, a parody of Taw's parody...
My name is Taw, I think I'm clever,
A bunny's neck I'd to sever,
I like to reference dead poets by the score,
And hark back to the good old days of yore.
By doing so I try to show up the rabbit,
While sitting back in my tea-towelled habit,
Because I know that I'm the greatest,
For of all my foes, he's the latest.
Yes, truly an example of Taw's fine work
. Next, a response to Taw's numerous negative comments 'bout me poetry.
My good friend Taw you do me wrong,
Abusing me with rhyme and song,
What have I done to deserve such attack,
A savvy young rabbit, I must fight back.
Despite this war of most pointed words,
Your land remains full of rabbit herds,
Your poetic skills you must defend,
While hour 'pon hour you must spend.
Trying to defeat the noble bunny,
Using rhyme and words that seem quite funny,
I must point out that this is not the case,
The only parties amused, your small fanbase.
To your latest efforts I must snorffle, (Yes, I finally worked it in Indy
)
Your recent poems have been truly awful,
Especially your simple imitation,
Truly a poetic aberration.
While my rhythm may not be perfect,
To your negative views I must object,
I craft my verses with intent,
To respond to the sallies that you invent.
Topical poetry is my goal,
And limited am I in my role,
Despite these setbacks I have shown,
Wit cutting Mullahs to the bone.
For as my rhyme gets better and better,
Abuse you must craft letter by letter,
Despite the time and effort you have spent,
The time has now come for you to repent.
Your posts affected by the Law of Murphy,
Showing us all that your works are but a furphy,
Thus the Rabbit-King maintains his modest lead,
Besting your best efforts by word and deed.
Hmm, not bad considering the lack of specific material, but definately not my best. Damn four-hour meetings *grumble*. And now, it is time for this war to move into a new phase, one that I doubt that I will win lacking knowledge of the subject areas. Still, it must be introduced. All will be revealed tomorrow... time permitting.
Edited by - esquilax on 11/19/2006 9:07:44 PM
Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:12 pm
one that I doubt that I will win lacking knowledge of the subject areas
well that hardly narrows the field down, does it?
let's see, computers and poetry haven't exactly been your strongest subjects so far. What else don't you know anything about?
aw i'm just kidding! here' I'll give you a choice with some stuff you'll do well with..
burrowing techniques
hutch decoration
tasty cauliflowers
Mon Nov 20, 2006 4:59 pm
Fine, Musty, but I hope that you have left an able administrator in charge of Esquilaxistan. This could be just the situation that the Mullah is waiting for...
As for you Mullah-boy, I have knowledge of a wide-range of areas! True, I do not have as large a collection of useless minutiae as you, such as knowledge of "The Cod War", but I know much. Still, I have no need to defend myself against such wild and inaccurate allegations. Instead, I will now begin the next round... Song!
Yes indeed, a round that I will probably lose and most likely a can of GB that I will regret opening, but I can always head back to poetry or start some pro-rabbit interpretive dance or something. I know that Swiss and likely Indy and Musty would be up for some lyrical parodies, as well as old Mullah-breath, so this should be interesting. In any case, allow me to open with the latest "chart-topper" from Esquilaxistan...
"The Eye of the Bunny"
(To the music of 'The Eye of the Tiger')
Unique and strange, what a chimaera,
Just look in awe at his majesty,
He observes all from his large oaken throne,
Handing down justice, law and royal decree.
But he is threatened, by his foe Taw,
A man swathed in rags but with a purpose,
Defeated he is up a creek without an oar,
And no doubt smarting from his lofty fall.
The eye of the bunny,
It is on you tonight,
Even while you're at work makin' money,
The rabbit watches from the shadows and will put up a fight,
Any challenge will capture the eye of the bunny.
Esky never sleeps while his land is in danger,
He'll sit up all day and night and keep plotting,
Roaming his land, like the great Lone Ranger,
He will be ready for the Mullah's next plan.
The eye of the bunny,
It is ever-present,
It will watch when it is dark and when it's sunny,
His hordes of loyal rabbit knights always ready to ride,
When they come you will know of the eye of the bunny.
Even today, the Mullah steps lightly,
Full of fear without his armies,
He dreams of reclaiming his great land nightly,
But the rabbit is waiting for him.
It’s the eye of the bunny,
Watchin' the Mullah all day,
From his rise to his feast of toast with honey,
If you want to surrender,
I will offer you terms,
It's a treaty or else face the eye of the bunny.
The eye of the bunny...
The eye of the bunny...
The eye of the bunny...
Revany - Thanks, but my earlier works are far superior.
Edited by - esquilax on 11/20/2006 5:06:12 PM
As for you Mullah-boy, I have knowledge of a wide-range of areas! True, I do not have as large a collection of useless minutiae as you, such as knowledge of "The Cod War", but I know much. Still, I have no need to defend myself against such wild and inaccurate allegations. Instead, I will now begin the next round... Song!
Yes indeed, a round that I will probably lose and most likely a can of GB that I will regret opening, but I can always head back to poetry or start some pro-rabbit interpretive dance or something
. I know that Swiss and likely Indy and Musty would be up for some lyrical parodies, as well as old Mullah-breath, so this should be interesting. In any case, allow me to open with the latest "chart-topper" from Esquilaxistan...
"The Eye of the Bunny"
(To the music of 'The Eye of the Tiger')
Unique and strange, what a chimaera,
Just look in awe at his majesty,
He observes all from his large oaken throne,
Handing down justice, law and royal decree.
But he is threatened, by his foe Taw,
A man swathed in rags but with a purpose,
Defeated he is up a creek without an oar,
And no doubt smarting from his lofty fall.
The eye of the bunny,
It is on you tonight,
Even while you're at work makin' money,
The rabbit watches from the shadows and will put up a fight,
Any challenge will capture the eye of the bunny.
Esky never sleeps while his land is in danger,
He'll sit up all day and night and keep plotting,
Roaming his land, like the great Lone Ranger,
He will be ready for the Mullah's next plan.
The eye of the bunny,
It is ever-present,
It will watch when it is dark and when it's sunny,
His hordes of loyal rabbit knights always ready to ride,
When they come you will know of the eye of the bunny.
Even today, the Mullah steps lightly,
Full of fear without his armies,
He dreams of reclaiming his great land nightly,
But the rabbit is waiting for him.
It’s the eye of the bunny,
Watchin' the Mullah all day,
From his rise to his feast of toast with honey,
If you want to surrender,
I will offer you terms,
It's a treaty or else face the eye of the bunny.
The eye of the bunny...
The eye of the bunny...
The eye of the bunny...
Revany - Thanks, but my earlier works are far superior.
Edited by - esquilax on 11/20/2006 5:06:12 PM
Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:34 am
that was... terrible. You made us wait in anticipation for that? Clearly, lyrics aren't one of your fortés either.
Can you recall Chas 'n' Dave's mockney hit "Rabbit"
I've ever so slightly amended the lyrics..
rabbit x20
you make a beautiful stew,
Ive got many recipes for you,
rabbits a wonderful taste,
with truffle paste,
it makes wondeful pies
even with frozen rabbit thighs,
you got a lot whout a doubt,
but Typhon's thinkin bout blowin u out,
coz you wont stop writing,
why dont you give it a rest?,
you got more rabbit than Sainsburys,
its time you got it off your chest,
now you is just the kinda bun to go in my stew,
i knew right off when i first set my eyes on you,
but how was i to know you fed my earholes too?,
with your dreadful poems,
your becoming a pest,
rabbit x 20
From experience i can tell,
roasting rabbits got a wonderful smell,
bought from a local Tawakalni farm,
full of rustic charm,
remove all that excess hair,
I always buy a brace (thats a pair)
now i dont mind avin a chat,
but you have to keep givin it that,
no, you wont stop writing,
why dont you give it a rest?,
you got more rabbit than Sainsburys,
its time you got it off your chest,
now you is just the kinda bun to go in my stew,
i knew right off when i first set my eyes on you,
but how was i to know you fed my earholes too?,
with your dreadful poems,
your becoming a pest
rabbit x 8
yup yup rabbit yup yup yup rabbit rabbit bunny jabber yup rabbit bunny yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup bunny jabber rabbit
and there's this little offering from the famous Tawakalni music halls of the 1940s..
On the farm, Ev'ry Friday
On the farm, It's rabbit pie day
So ev'ry Friday, that ever comes along
I get up early, And sing this little song...
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Bang, bang, bang, bang! goes the Mullah's gun
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Make sure the Mullah has his fun, fun,fun
He can't get by without his rabbit pie
So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
On the farm, each pasky rabbit
Comes to harm, Because I grab it
They jump and frolic, Whenever I go by
They know I'll eat 'em, cooked in the rabbit pie!
Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/21/2006 2:32:28 AM
Can you recall Chas 'n' Dave's mockney hit "Rabbit"
I've ever so slightly amended the lyrics..
rabbit x20
you make a beautiful stew,
Ive got many recipes for you,
rabbits a wonderful taste,
with truffle paste,
it makes wondeful pies
even with frozen rabbit thighs,
you got a lot whout a doubt,
but Typhon's thinkin bout blowin u out,
coz you wont stop writing,
why dont you give it a rest?,
you got more rabbit than Sainsburys,
its time you got it off your chest,
now you is just the kinda bun to go in my stew,
i knew right off when i first set my eyes on you,
but how was i to know you fed my earholes too?,
with your dreadful poems,
your becoming a pest,
rabbit x 20
From experience i can tell,
roasting rabbits got a wonderful smell,
bought from a local Tawakalni farm,
full of rustic charm,
remove all that excess hair,
I always buy a brace (thats a pair)
now i dont mind avin a chat,
but you have to keep givin it that,
no, you wont stop writing,
why dont you give it a rest?,
you got more rabbit than Sainsburys,
its time you got it off your chest,
now you is just the kinda bun to go in my stew,
i knew right off when i first set my eyes on you,
but how was i to know you fed my earholes too?,
with your dreadful poems,
your becoming a pest
rabbit x 8
yup yup rabbit yup yup yup rabbit rabbit bunny jabber yup rabbit bunny yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup yup rabbit bunny jabber yup yup bunny jabber rabbit
and there's this little offering from the famous Tawakalni music halls of the 1940s..
On the farm, Ev'ry Friday
On the farm, It's rabbit pie day
So ev'ry Friday, that ever comes along
I get up early, And sing this little song...
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Bang, bang, bang, bang! goes the Mullah's gun
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Make sure the Mullah has his fun, fun,fun
He can't get by without his rabbit pie
So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
On the farm, each pasky rabbit
Comes to harm, Because I grab it
They jump and frolic, Whenever I go by
They know I'll eat 'em, cooked in the rabbit pie!
Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/21/2006 2:32:28 AM
somone plz filll me in on the 100 posts ive missed in an extremely short time? Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:33 pm
I do not know either or those songs Towelboy, however I will take you at your word and assume that they exist. Hence, I cede this round to you. *Hangs head* That's what I get for associating myself with "music" and "song". Ah well, bring on the interpretive dance! *Arranges for the Royal Esquilaxitavian Balet Troupe to perform anti-Tawakalnic interpretive dance routine* Aha! Take that Mewlah! The cutting satire was so beautifully choreographed! How do you feel now, eh?
Ah well, he wins this round (but only because there are far more songs about rabbits and related subject than about evil Mullahs). I will have my revenge. Oh yes. I just need to think of a new angle... *Ponders new angle*
Zeta - Something happened in the last 100 posts?
Ah well, he wins this round (but only because there are far more songs about rabbits and related subject than about evil Mullahs). I will have my revenge. Oh yes. I just need to think of a new angle... *Ponders new angle*
Zeta - Something happened in the last 100 posts?
Tue Nov 21, 2006 3:00 pm
yes they do exist, and here they are! (turn your speakers up for full effect!)
Rabbit!
Run Rabbit Run! Wartime version by Chester Drawers with add. lyrics by Arthur "Where's me washboard? How queer!" Atkinson.
Run Rabbit Run! pre-war version by Chester Drawers before he teamed up with Arthur Andersen.
ah, lovely old songs! I understand that dreadful M&M character did a song called Run Rabbit Run but being that awful rap nonsense, I wouldn't listen to it on principle. 1940s music hall suits me just fine!
Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/22/2006 7:26:53 AM
Rabbit!
Run Rabbit Run! Wartime version by Chester Drawers with add. lyrics by Arthur "Where's me washboard? How queer!" Atkinson.
Run Rabbit Run! pre-war version by Chester Drawers before he teamed up with Arthur Andersen.
ah, lovely old songs! I understand that dreadful M&M character did a song called Run Rabbit Run but being that awful rap nonsense, I wouldn't listen to it on principle. 1940s music hall suits me just fine!
Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/22/2006 7:26:53 AM
Tue Nov 21, 2006 3:57 pm
I know of "Run Rabbit Run!" (the classic version), mainly because it was used liberally in a frequently-played advertisement on television a few months ago. Considering the limited amount of television I watch, how the hell I kept seeing that damn advertisement escapes me. Anyway, after hearing it 20 times, it loses its appeal... for most people/chimaerae anyway. Apparently Mullah's are a different breed .
Edited by - esquilax on 11/21/2006 3:58:12 PM
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Edited by - esquilax on 11/21/2006 3:58:12 PM