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Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 5 09, 06:28

Modified 6/08/2009


I know you're up there



I know you are up there…
You are in the, open blue,
glimpse of cirrus. Therefore,
here’s my invitation to come-
down and shake my hand.
Yep! I have read and heard so
much about you…

Mate, you can change my
life, overturn- a disgusting
run of bad luck. My love life
has hit a bad patch, I’m well…
not travelling too good in the
financial stakes. He, he, I bet
you could change things with
a couple of shakes of that
‘good shepherds’ crook you’ve
shoved down the back of your
trousers/skirt.

I mean ‘For God’s sake! Oh,
excuse me, ‘for God’s sake’
is common expletive down
here. And, I mean no disrespect;
for I’m truly calling upon you
to treat me as a good loyal
friend, which I am, mate.
Yesireeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Mate, I love ya, when you
were down here in AD you
killed them with kindness,
turned the other cheek, had a
water-fed winery and controlled
a monopoly on bread shops and
fish markets, cured invalids,
and was in charge of bush fire
brigades, got rid of those tax
bludgers, ya whipped ‘the’
bastards. Yeeeeeeeeha.

Now, I not asking for much,
I’m not greedy. Nup! All I’m
asking is too, sort of, send an
Emissary down with say… ten
million American dollars shoved
in a backpack between his/her
angelic wings. If you could see
fit to carry out this request; I’ll
get all the boys at the ‘local’ this
Friday, to raise a glass and thank
you for your generosity.

Hey! It is starting to rain damn it!
The skies turning black, what the
Hells going on?
‘Oh, excuse me…’
Bloody, ‘excuse me,’
thunder and lightning; ‘oo’eer,
it’s blowing a cyclonic gale
for Christs sake…
‘Sorry your Lordship.’
Jezzzez a dog just flew past
dragging its chain…
Christ, I’ll have to grab onto this
bough or I’ll be blown to friggin
Hell. ‘Excuse me, excuse me.
Hail Mary full of grace.’

Ah, thank goodness the wind
has abated. ‘He, he, you didn’t
catch me out that time your
Worship.’ Hey, looks like it’s
snowing?
Hang on, That’s… money!
American, hundred dollar bills.
YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHa.

Whew! I’ve been up all night
counting the loot-- I can’t believe
it, Ten million American dollars.
‘Thud.’
What’s that.
Oh, today’s newspaper flew in my
sitting-room window.
‘Oh my Gosh; look at the headlines.’
ARMOURED CAR BLOWN OVER IN SNAP CYCLONE
[Thursday 25th September, a
Gotham City armoured car,
on Highway 21, whilst travelling
through Winsor Park,was blown
over by a cyclonic gale. The force
of the impact was so severe,
that the rear security doors of
the van buckled and flew open
releasing an undisclosed sum of
American currency into the
atmosphere. A spokesman for the
armoured car company’s insurance
underwriter, Alliance 1st National,
said ‘ I am of the opinion that the
velocity of the wind was such-- that
the [undisclosed sum] currency]
will never be recovered.’]

‘Praise is to God. Praise is to God.’

Mate, Ya, have created another,
bloody Miracle.’

Come on down Mate, my friend,
let me shake your hand. Let me
introduce you to all my friends at
the boozer. Let’s get pissed together.

I believe. I’m waiting…waiting.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>




I know you are up there…
You are in the, open blue,
glimpse of cirrus. Therefore,
here’s my invitation to come-
down and shake my hand.
Yep! I have read and heard so
much about you…

Mate, you can change my
life, overturn- a disgusting
run of bad luck. My love life
has hit a bad patch, I’m well…
not travelling too good in the
financial stakes. He, he, I bet
you could change things with
a couple of shakes of that
‘good shepherds’ crookyou’ve
shoved down the back of your
trousers/skirt.

I mean ‘For God’s sake! Oh,
excuse me, ‘for God’s sake’
is common expletive down
here. And, I mean no disrespect;
for I’m truly calling upon you
to treat me as a good loyal
friend, which I am, mate.
Yesireeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Mate, I love ya, when you
were down here in AD you
killed them with kindness,
turned the other cheek, had a
water-fed winery and controlled
a monopoly on bread shops and
fish markets, cured invalids,
and was in charge of bush fire
brigades, got rid of those tax
bludgers, ya whipped ‘the’
bastards. Yeeeeeeeeha.

Now, I not asking for much,
I’m not greedy. Nup! All I’m
asking is too, sort of, send an
Emissary down with say… ten
million American dollars shoved
in a backpack between his/her
angelic wings. If you could see
fit to carry out this request; I’ll
get all the boys at the ‘local’ this
Friday, to raise a glass and thank
you for your generosity.

Hey! It is starting to rain damn it!
The skies turning black, what the
Hells going on?
‘Oh, excuse me…’
Bloody, ‘excuse me,’
thunder and lightning; ‘oo’eer,
it’s blowing a fucking gale
for Christs sake…
‘Sorry your Lordship.’
Jezzzez a dog just flew past
dragging its chain…
Christ, I’ll have to grab onto this
bough or I’ll be blown to friggin
Hell. ‘Excuse me, excuse me.
Hail Mary full of grace.’

Ah, thank goodness the wind
has abated. ‘He, he, you didn’t
catch me out that time your
Worship.’ Hey, looks like it’s
snowing?
Hang on, That’s… money!
American, hundred dollar bills.
YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHa.

Whew! I’ve been up all night
counting the loot; I can’t believe
it, Ten million American dollars.
‘Thud.’
What’s that.
Oh today’s newspaper flew in my
open sitting room window.
‘Oh my Gosh; look at the headlines.’
ARMOURED CAR BLOWN OVER IN SNAP CYCLONE
[Thursday 25th September, a Gotham
City armoured car was blown over
on Highway 21, whilst travelling
through Winsor Park, woods. The
force of the impact was so severe,
that the rear security doors of the
van buckled and flew open releasing
an undisclosed sum of American
currency into the atmosphere. A
spokesman for the armoured car
company’s insurance underwriter,
Alliance 1st National, said ‘ I
am of the firm opinion that the
velocity of the wind was such-- that
the [undisclosed sum of currency]
will never be recovered.’]

‘Praise is to God. Praise is to God.’

‘For Christs, bloody Sake. Ya, have
created another, bloody Miracle.’

Come on down Maate, my friend,
let me shake your hand, the hand
of the Lord. Let me introduce you to
all my friends at the boozer. Let’s get
pissed together.

I believe. I’m waiting…waiting.[/font][/color][/size][/b]

Writing this poem was inspirational

John

Posted by: Dee Aug 5 09, 11:59

I admit I haven't done a full read, but...

First thing that jumps out at me is the title... It's you're, not your in this case.

I'll be back later for a complete read and comment.

Until then...

Dee

Posted by: Psyche Aug 5 09, 14:13

Gee, Arnie, I did do a full read (in spite of that font which I dislike...), and you've blown me away with your...whatever!

I detected more spell-os along the way, whilst admiring your bl.... cheek.

This seems to me like some ironical article in The Guardian newspaper, which I receive weekly thanks to my generous brother.

I'll return when I get my breath back, unless you've spent all those dollars down at the boozer with your er...Miraculous Mate!

(Hope it wasn't the Evil One tempting you out there in the Australian desert)

BTW, is the ghastly drought over in your country?
I recently read that the monsoons were long overdue in India. Worrisome.

Syl***

Posted by: ace Aug 5 09, 17:06

John:


I loved this. I was a little put off and shocked at the beginning, but the longer I read, the better I liked it.Ican see how writing it was inspirational. I wouldn't change a wqord.

ace

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 7 09, 02:58

Dee... Hello.

He,he.

I believe in miracles.

Well, you may reappear.



John

Posted by: Arnfinn Aug 7 09, 03:08

G'day, Sylv,

How did the English socialists get involved, believe me you will be more appreciative of my modified verson?


Mate, you've seen the pictures. There has never been a drought in B....y. We have some of the most fertile soil
in Australia. Different story over the escarpment, then over the Great Dividing Range to the West. **********


John

Posted by: ohsteve Aug 7 09, 20:20

John, Miracles,I bloody well guess. I would love to see hundred dollar bills floating down from above, but would be awful suspicious, might be kinda hard to spend as I think they record serial numbers of large bills. So spend them in places where you aren't known and wear a disguise... lol. Oh yea you better hope that He can't read this bloody thing... or you might be in trouble...Even though I am tring very hard, I still use a lot of JC's and GD's and even a J,Mary and Joseph once in a while. Hmmm I wonder what someone uses that has never heard a curse word or a swear word.... LOL.
Take it easy mate
Steve