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  • Cross??..I'm bloody fuming!

    Logging in on here, lookin' up "Lechmere"
    wonderin' if the bugger wrote "Dear Boss"
    didn't have a clue that an alias or two
    had thrown me, and crikey I was Cross!

    Pickfords carters, royal non starters,
    painters? ...Lowry matchsticks in a line
    threw him in the mix, but despite some clever tricks
    couldn't sort it...(He was age 1 at the time)

    To an fro I flit, its a load of Isenschmid
    I think I really ought to Packer tin
    but in I log again, end up thinkin' to Mizen..
    "Sickert knew it so he DRUITT!!!"...

    once again

  • #2
    Ha! Very amusing! Thanks for sharing your verse, Andy.
    Pat D. https://forum.casebook.org/core/imag...rt/reading.gif
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    • #3
      Clever.
      G U T

      There are two ways to be fooled, one is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe that which is true.

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      • #4
        Now work in Tumblety, and Kozminski.
        G U T

        There are two ways to be fooled, one is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe that which is true.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by GUT View Post
          Now work in Tumblety, and Kozminski.
          I am a moustached Yankee ,and my calling it is medical
          l walk the streets of London and the whores TUMBLE ,TYrannical!
          Once chewin' on a uterus, on glancing down thought "what is this?, "
          A diner in the gutter sits, looking quite maniacal

          Well me being not the one to judge a diner or his habitat
          in case he chanced to ask the question, "god why are you eating that!"
          I gave a polite cough above, and asked "What are you doing love?"
          he then said "keep yer AARON Guv" I'm simply dining... "A la cat"

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          • #6
            Time to dust this one off again!

            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal
            In leaving clues and billets-doux and messages subliminal.
            Some people think that I was born an heir to Crown Imperial
            Or that I am a surgeon, quack or other such material;
            Some swear I am an escapee from Bedlam or The Priory
            Or claim I write confessions in a flirty, dirty diary;
            And theorists who swear I am a madman from the milit'ry
            And seek my where- and there-abouts with tactics dull and dilat'ry.
            Despite all that I use my knife with cunning and impunity
            And mystify the Law as if I have a strange immunity.
            In short, by sending billets-doux and messages subliminal,
            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal!

            I'm not averse to writing verse and punning, purple prosody
            Or taunting vigilantes with a poison-penned ferocity,
            Al-fresco amputations carried out with gay frivolity
            And posting off the offal with a letter just for jollity.
            I scoff at those who think that I'm incorrigibly dastardly
            Or that I wear an apron with my trouser-leg half-mastedly,
            Or that I am a sinner with a penchant for idolatry -
            In truth such vices as I have are secretive and solit'ry.
            I trip the dark fantastic with phenomenal celerity
            Engage in deathly dances with a terrible temerity
            And so, by leaving billets-doux and messages subliminal
            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal!

            I'm held by sleuthing amateurs to be one of the Peerage,
            Or yet a merchant seaman come from Lisbon stowed in steerage,
            Or that I am a rotten cotton-merchant down from Battlecrease,
            Or even Lewis Carroll - if I were, then Wonders never cease!
            Some say I am a barber from some harbour on the Vistula,
            Or that I am a painter with a dainty little fistula,
            A transatlantic actor with a dual personality,
            Or suicidal barrister of dubious morality.
            The fact that I was none of those is quite self-evidentiary
            And who I was, you shall not know for yet another century
            Because, in truth, I left no proof or messages subliminal
            I shall remain the devle of a homicidal criminal!
            Kind regards, Sam Flynn

            "Suche Nullen" (Nietzsche, Götzendämmerung, 1888)

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            • #7
              Excellent..Do you think we could solve it in verse?

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              • #8
                Me and Sam obviously think it was either Gilbert or Sullivan or both in collusion..
                Eddowes "Pinafore"..eh?

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by andy1867 View Post
                  Eddowes "Pinafore"..eh?
                  ... ooh, nice one! Never thought of that
                  Kind regards, Sam Flynn

                  "Suche Nullen" (Nietzsche, Götzendämmerung, 1888)

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by andy1867 View Post
                    Excellent..Do you think we could solve it in verse?
                    Rhyme might work where reason has failed.
                    Kind regards, Sam Flynn

                    "Suche Nullen" (Nietzsche, Götzendämmerung, 1888)

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by andy1867 View Post
                      I am a moustached Yankee ,and my calling it is medical
                      l walk the streets of London and the whores TUMBLE ,TYrannical!
                      Once chewin' on a uterus, on glancing down thought "what is this?, "
                      A diner in the gutter sits, looking quite maniacal

                      Well me being not the one to judge a diner or his habitat
                      in case he chanced to ask the question, "god why are you eating that!"
                      I gave a polite cough above, and asked "What are you doing love?"
                      he then said "keep yer AARON Guv" I'm simply dining... "A la cat"
                      Sams was better.
                      G U T

                      There are two ways to be fooled, one is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe that which is true.

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by GUT View Post
                        Sams was better.
                        I would have to agree

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by andy1867 View Post
                          I would have to agree
                          But both were better than anything I could come up with.
                          G U T

                          There are two ways to be fooled, one is to believe what isn't true, the other is to refuse to believe that which is true.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Sam Flynn View Post
                            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal
                            In leaving clues and billets-doux and messages subliminal.
                            Some people think that I was born an heir to Crown Imperial
                            Or that I am a surgeon, quack or other such material;
                            Some swear I am an escapee from Bedlam or The Priory
                            Or claim I write confessions in a flirty, dirty diary;
                            And theorists who swear I am a madman from the milit'ry
                            And seek my where- and there-abouts with tactics dull and dilat'ry.
                            Despite all that I use my knife with cunning and impunity
                            And mystify the Law as if I have a strange immunity.
                            In short, by sending billets-doux and messages subliminal,
                            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal!

                            I'm not averse to writing verse and punning, purple prosody
                            Or taunting vigilantes with a poison-penned ferocity,
                            Al-fresco amputations carried out with gay frivolity
                            And posting off the offal with a letter just for jollity.
                            I scoff at those who think that I'm incorrigibly dastardly
                            Or that I wear an apron with my trouser-leg half-mastedly,
                            Or that I am a sinner with a penchant for idolatry -
                            In truth such vices as I have are secretive and solit'ry.
                            I trip the dark fantastic with phenomenal celerity
                            Engage in deathly dances with a terrible temerity
                            And so, by leaving billets-doux and messages subliminal
                            I am the very devle of a homicidal criminal!

                            I'm held by sleuthing amateurs to be one of the Peerage,
                            Or yet a merchant seaman come from Lisbon stowed in steerage,
                            Or that I am a rotten cotton-merchant down from Battlecrease,
                            Or even Lewis Carroll - if I were, then Wonders never cease!
                            Some say I am a barber from some harbour on the Vistula,
                            Or that I am a painter with a dainty little fistula,
                            A transatlantic actor with a dual personality,
                            Or suicidal barrister of dubious morality.
                            The fact that I was none of those is quite self-evidentiary
                            And who I was, you shall not know for yet another century
                            Because, in truth, I left no proof or messages subliminal
                            I shall remain the devle of a homicidal criminal!

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