April 5, 2005

• At the death of the Pope
  

  
  

  I gave a service
  

  
  

  For the catholics of this small town,
  

  
  

  Inviting over
  

  
  

  A retired priest.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  For God is God
  

  
  

  In all our eyes
  

  
  

  And sod what anyone else thinks.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  —
  

  
  

  Reverend Tobias Trontby †
  

  
  

  
  —–

  
  

  
  

  Time to eat my cucumber sandwiches
  

  
  

  On the top of Mam Tor.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  This is a beautiful place
  

  
  

  When the sun is shining.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  “‘lo Wevvie Tooobee!” shouts a tiny girl
  

  
  

  As her parents come over to chat.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Half of Shawthwaite comes up here,
  

  
  

  It’s our local park,
  

  
  

  In spite of the long steep climb to the summit.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  From here one can see miles
  

  
  

  Including the whole of the small town.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  God could not have brought me to teach His word
  

  
  

  In a more beautiful place.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  —
  

  
  

  The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
  

  
  

   

  
  

  TEXT 196:

  
  

  i wrote inside Steve Martin’s car “i love you Steve”. I don’t, can’t stand the man, he appeared as the spider in the series the spider and the fly about a fly being caught by a spider and having to “spin” (no i am not making this up) a story that would make the spider allow the fly to go. anyway i sat through one such programme where the actual ghost of jack benny came arm in arm with a younger whatshername, the one in that film about, about you know, about love inside a toilet bowl, remember she was brush, forgot who played the crap, might have been john wayne, i know betty gable anyway Steve was the second actor to play this part, the first one was that one in the movie where the two candy-bars in the shop had a wager which one would be brought first, and was the winner, well loser for instead of being eaten by a pretty woman was eaten by a dog when a child scared of the candy bar saying “please give me to your mummy” threw it down and it was ate by this dirty great dog of no pedigree played by that woman who was in the film about two walking sticks in a hat stand in a dinner for some scottish highland games held in a hall in ohio to save money, there were all those ghastly mock-scottish accents even worse than that actor who played james bond, not sean but that big fat girl of eleven who ate up the villians in one meal, the film was called “you are only eaten once” anyway Steve Martin tried to sue me but when he found out i was a lamppost on the Old Kent Road, outside a hajal chippy that used to be the left breast of that woman who played a pencil next to the actor who played an eraser who had rubbed off that actor who was a plastic flower in the film held inside a mail box on 51st street, Steve gave up and told the story to the spider who ate him
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  serve the bugger right I say.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  —
  

  
  

  Horace Smith Esq wrote for the ff % 243  website after eating some of that wonderfully druggie leaf from the planet ff % 103.
  

  
  

  
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  It was the first time the sun had shone for days,
  

  
  

  we should have in reality, been happy.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Msr’s Derevox’s son was working in the fields,
  

  
  

  when they led him away.
  

  
  

  He was fourteen.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  They don’t do it because they see us as a threat,
  

  
  

  they do it for a bit of fun.
  

  
  

  They just fancied shooting a boy in the head,
  

  
  

  a boy who had never touched a gun.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  The last time they came they raped a young mother,
  

  
  

  ten of them, one after another.
  

  
  

  She hung herself in disgrace.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Not that they would have cared.
  

  
  

  After all, we are just savages to them…
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  The Germen men
  

  
  

  of the Master Race.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  —
  

  
  

  Jacques du Lumière
  

  
  

  
  my book at http://www.cafepress.com/assortedfruits

  
  

   

  
  

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  On the Three_Headed_Sarahs next will be more info on the Sarahs’ farewell party plus “The best of The Sarahs’”

  
  

   

  
  

  The_Clowne_from_Clown this blog and next, Nostalgia time!

  
  

   

  
  

  Beautiful and sad poetry from a broken hearted genius, for that is what she is, I set my reputation  that dancing_pen will one day be a famous American poet. Buy her books at   http://www.lulu.com/dancing_pen

  
  

   

  
  

  ps I wrote the four pieces straight out of my head in one hour, correcting only 4 typos and adding a period!

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