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07 Dec 99 - 05:07 PM (#146145) Subject: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Caitrin Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the forum, not a creature was stirring, not even a possum, The 'catters were tucked in all snug in their beds, and visions of Mick's food danced in their heads. Amusing? If so, it's someone else's turn to take over. |
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07 Dec 99 - 05:15 PM (#146152) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: MMario Mbo with charango and Banjo Bonnie with thong had just settled down to sing a long song; when out on the web there arose such a furor; they refreshed the threads to see what could occur |
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07 Dec 99 - 05:54 PM (#146177) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Mbo When what to my wondering eyes should waylay But a banjo-shaped sled pulled by possums of clay. With a skinny ol' driver so zany and braw I knew in a moment it must be Santa 'Spaw! Like gauchos' fast feet his possums they came And he cursed and shouted and called them by name: "Now CLETUS! now Waylon! now Cleigh! and now Neil! On Tooter! on Gargoyle! On Stupid and Eel! --Mbo |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:08 PM (#146213) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet. Our Marion screamed, OCH! I BET HE EATS MEAT! For GeorgeH gin and tonic, and out of his pack the sayings of Cromwell, just for the crack! Happy Christmas Larry |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:11 PM (#146215) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU His eyes - how they twinkled, his dimples how merry! His his nose it was HUGE! just like our pal Larry |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:12 PM (#146217) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Áine Larry, Just to be on the safe side, I think you'd better explain the 'crack/craic' remark to the US folks, don't you? On second thought, wouldn't that explain Mr. Cromwell's exploits? I can just see him at the pearly gates explaining what he was doing with his 'nose to the Burren', can't you? -- Áine |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:20 PM (#146223) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU I was rowing a currach off the George Washington Bridge, in New Yorks hudson river. Most of the crew were old hands. It was a big 26 foot Kerry naovog so we had about six in the boat, one new member, an american in amid the Ireroid currach crazies. Liz O Hara, sais, in her sweet Derry swinging tones, Ach lets go over t Lahrrys house again tonight after the rowin, the crack was great their last night! Well the new rower got very quiet, thinking he had fallen in with a bunch of ulster crack addicts, rather that crac fiends. Crac, for our American cousins, is the good times, brought about by comradery, music and generally hilarity, rather than chemical means. Thanks Ania, and as always, sorry no fada Lorcan na currachi |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:35 PM (#146237) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Áine A Lorcan na gCurach, I feel a song comin' on [as Gaeilge cinnte!] Agus na bi buartha faoin fada ar m'ainm, ceart go leor? Thaitin do sceal go mor liom, muise! Slan agus beannacht, Áine |
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07 Dec 99 - 07:43 PM (#146241) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU Anie, do you know these fellows, the founder is an old friend http://members.aol.com/Anbhuain/index.html Slan Larry |
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08 Dec 99 - 01:05 PM (#146613) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow as he left a fine harp, for our comrad Mbo The stump of a pipe, he held in his teath I get enough smoke at Siesuns! Cant I get some relief!!! |
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08 Dec 99 - 06:24 PM (#146785) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU he was chubby and plumb, a right jolly elf and Spaw laughed when he saw him in spite of the Americans with Disabilities Act |
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08 Dec 99 - 06:38 PM (#146797) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: InOBU a tear in his eye, niether sorrow or rage but watery eyes from Kat burning sage |
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08 Dec 99 - 06:54 PM (#146802) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Mbo Larry, you're a real gem! I LOVE YOU MAN! --Mbi |
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08 Dec 99 - 07:11 PM (#146816) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Caitrin He hopped down the chimney but got stuck halfway "I'm crowded," he cried out with possums of clay! Liz the Squeak yanked him down and then gave him a smack for claiming she had hair on her chest and back. |
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08 Dec 99 - 07:57 PM (#146846) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Caitrin But then it was seen! A bag full of toys! Musical gadgets for Mudcat's good girls and boys! Wyo shouted, "The bad ones should get good stuff too" So 'spaw said, "Not to worry," "I have just for you, monogrammed undies that say 'Pansy Rue'!" Wyo and 'spaw, if I've offended you at all, I apologize in earnest. I'm figuring your sense of humor will appreciate this if you read it, but if not, consider it stricken from the record. |
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08 Dec 99 - 07:59 PM (#146847) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Caitrin But then it was seen! A bag full of toys! Musical gadgets for Mudcat's good girls and boys! Wyo shouted,"The bad ones should get good stuff too" So 'spaw said, "Not to worry," "I have just for you, monogrammed undies that say 'Pansy Rue'!" Wyo and 'spaw, if I've offended you at all, I apologize in earnest. I'm figuring your sense of humor will appreciate this if you read it, but if not, consider it stricken from the record. |
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08 Dec 99 - 09:03 PM (#146892) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: catspaw49 Hey Kiddo...I thought it was great and I'm sure Pansy Rue Bob WW Twidgett (MB) will feel the same....and you're catching on...Tain't hardly a way to be had to insult Pansy or I with humor. And Larry...Great Work!!! Love it!....You too Meebo. I give you all a 4 Possum Turd rating. Cleigh sends his best (and he's the provider). Spaw |
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08 Dec 99 - 10:08 PM (#146920) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Mbo Well, here's the cumulative poem: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the forum Not a creature was stirring, not even a possum; Their map knickers hung by the keyboard with care In hopes that Santa 'Spaw soon would be there; The 'Catters were tucked in all snug in their beds And visions of Mick's food danced in their heads; Mbo with charango and Banjo Bonnie with thong Had just settled down to sing a long song; When out on the web there arose such a furor; They refreshed the threads to see what could occur Away to my monitor I flew like grouse and with sand in my eyes took control of the mouse; The moon on the chest of the shiny waxed Squeak Gave the lustre of midday below in the creek, When what to my wondering eyes should waylay But a banjo-shaped sled pulled by possums of clay. With a skinny ol' driver so zany and braw I knew in a moment it must be Santa 'Spaw! Like gauchos' fast feet his possums they came And he cursed and shouted and called them by name: "Now CLETUS! now Waylon! now Cleigh! and now Neil! On Tooter! on Gargoyle! On Stupid and Eel! To the reeds in the creek to the top of the screen With such a torrent of !@#$%&* that's ever been seen! As houses before Hurricane Floyd they did fly Like Dorothy's house, right up in the sky. So up to the toolbar the possums they flew With a sled full of music, and Santa 'Spaw too. And then in a twinkling I hear through my speakers The dancing and jigging of very small sneakers. As I drew back my hand and said "What was that?" Down the forum 'Spaw scrolled, and fell on his prat. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet. Our Marion screamed, OCH! I BET HE EATS MEAT! For GeorgeH gin and tonic, and out of his pack The sayings of Cromwell, just for the crack! His eyes - how they watered, his dimples how merry! His his nose it was HUGE just like our pal Larry! His mouth was drawn up like the bow for a fiddle Or like a beer can that was crushed in the middle. A long whisp of wheat he clenched in his teeth And dragonflies halo-ed his head like a wreath. He had a silly little grin and not much of a belly That in no way resembled a bowl of lime jelly (that one's for you, Aine) Neither chubby nor plump, a right hon'rable 'Catter And I laughed just like somebody toots a goat's bladder; With a flick of the wrist and a tap on his head I knew he'd have something to add to the Thread; He spouted some political thoughts as he filled up the knickers With dulcimers, and banjos with folk band name stickers, And laying his finger aside of his nose He gave a loud snort and up the screen rose; He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a toot, And shot liked a ball kicked by CLETUS' foot. But I heard him exclaim as bold flight he ensued "Next stop, The Neil Young Center for the Terminally Screwed!" --Mbo
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08 Dec 99 - 10:12 PM (#146923) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: catspaw49 Very Well done me lad! I'll give you an extra Possum Turd for the augmented compilation!!!! Spaw |
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08 Dec 99 - 10:15 PM (#146926) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Áine Dearest Mbo -- You are the ULTIMATE!!! -- Áine |
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08 Dec 99 - 10:40 PM (#146940) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: Caitrin Nice job, Mbo! :) |
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09 Dec 99 - 08:43 AM (#147041) Subject: RE: BS: Twas the Night Before a Mudcat Christmas From: MMario Definately a five possum turd posting! Bravo!
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