Well, after a frantic Halloween evening sewing Caitlin into her tiger costume and rubbing 'wolfman grey' makeup into Kellan's ears ("Mom, I have to look authentic!"), it's lovely to return to the land of the slippery sari and johnnies on the bobbin! ;-) I can see that all those wonderful Challenge!r brain cells are churning once again . . . Here are the well deserved Silver B.L.O.B.s:

To McGrath of Harlow for two master submissions (as usual):

O, dear me, there's such trouble at the mill,
They've taken all the johnnies, they've put us on the pill,
And I am illcontented, happy days are at an end -
I surely miss my bobbin, such a brave wee friend.

AND for:

"Oh hold your tongue, you foolish blade
it was made from a wounded tree
and so cunningly this robe is made
it will grow as great as thee."

To Amos for his 'incidental doggerel':

Some love bobbin for apples, some love bobbin for seed!
Some love bobbin' for gumwrappers out in the street
Some bob for a living, some bob just for fun
And in far Californy they bob out in the sun!
But that kind of bobbin is never quite real--
They wrap 'em in latex so you can't really feel
So I'll keep to the bobbin whose heart remains true
And I'll go no more bobbin, with noone but you!

To Trapper, for the very fashion conscious:

Trojan-Enz, just see how they flutter
Ramses sheaths that glide slick as butter
Shieks that stretch so large that you shudder
That they're sure to pop

To Jack the Sailor for this 'fantasic' image(!):

What do I do to grease your bobbin
What have I got to lubricate the bird
What do I do with birth control when robbing
What have I got to do
What have I got to do
That sari needs some greasing from the bird

My, my, my -- you all just get better and better!

-- Áine