The Christmas Competition.

[The Peepmaster]

Turning to the hat-stand
He solemnly declares,
"Everything you've said is right -
Coats should be on chairs.
Only caps and kepis,
Little bonnets too,
Ought to have the right to hang
Naughtily from you".
Ending with this lecture to the soldiers gathered round:
"Look out for nude Turags - they're all mentally unsound"!

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Not bard. Not bard at all, Peepsie.

When's the closing date for entries? I might just rattle one off myself if I've got a minute.

[The Peepmaster]

I'm not sure if you're on the list of winners, Tarks. Hopefully Roger will check.

[The Peepmaster]

Even his
Gravy tastes
Of
Nothing

[Roger Kettle]

Not bard. Not bard at all, Peepsie.

When's the closing date for entries? I might just rattle one off myself if I've got a minute.

End of the month, Tarks. I must say this is all warming up nicely.

[Fyodor]

To win a competition
However simple-minded
Each entrant must produce
New poems, well designeded.
Only works of genius,
Maniacal, inspired
Are fit to be considered
Drat! Something just backfired.

Peepmaster Rules!move][/b][/color]

[Fyodor]

b]I know, I know.[/b]

[Diane CBPFC]

I must thank you for causing the racking of the brains

Do you have so many brains that you have to put them in racks?

Even as I wrote that, I wondered if I had picked the right word and considered looking it up in order that the resident persnickety, pass-remarker would have no opportunity to point out my error. Perhaps he won?t notice this little one mistake, on the bloody Christmas thread, I thought, perhaps he will let this one go?

Nope, the pesky, persnickety pass-remarker strikes again!

[peter]

Turning to the hat-stand
He solemnly declares,
"Everything you've said is right -
Coats should be on chairs.
Only caps and kepis,
Little bonnets too,
Ought to have the right to hang
Naughtily from you".
Ending with this lecture to the soldiers gathered round:
"Look out for nude Turags - they're all mentally unsound"!

I await with baited breath for the second verse - Escargot

[Vulture]

I await with baited breath for the second verse - Escargot

What did you bait it with, a worm or a fly?

[The Peepmaster]

Turning to the hat-stand
He solemnly declares,
"Everything you've said is right -

Coats should be on chairs.
Only caps and kepis,
Little bonnets too,
Ought to have the right to hang
Naughtily from you".
Ending with this lecture to the soldiers gathered round:
"Look out for nude Turags - they're all mentally unsound"!

Enter army medics with their
Stretcher at the ready.
"Colonel, you're to come with us
As you're quite unsteady".
Reaching for his Prit-Stick, our hero then reacts -
Glueing pics of Doris Day, sideways
On their hats.
Three cheers for the Colonel, (he's less sensible than bats!)

[Mince]

Pete wasn't actually serious, Peepmaster.

[The Peepmaster]

Pete wasn't actually serious, Peepmaster.

You remind me of that bloke in Blackadder.












Baldrick.

[Mince]

Well, with you signing off as Baldrick,  that just leaves Blackadder.

[Malc]

I've got an absolutely filthy poem, based on a dirty joke someone told me. It's got nothing to do with Christmas or any Beau Peep character, will that do?