Maybe I have upset him???
Young Robert where for art thou???
See gorn:mrgreen:
sometimes his wheelchair gets stuck in the mud!
Good Night Possums. xxxx
Socks
Box
Knox
Knox in box.
Fox in socks.
Knox on fox
in socks in box.
Socks on Knox
and Knox in box.
Fox in socks
on box on Knox.
Chicks with bricks come.
Chicks with blocks come.
Chicks with Bricks and
blocks and clocks come.
Look, sir. Look, sir.
Mr Knox, sir.
Let’s do tricks with
bricks and blocks, sir.
Lets do tricks with
chicks and clocks, sir.
First, I’ll make a
quick trick brick stack.
Then I’ll make a
quick trick block stack.
You can make a
quick trick chick stack.
You can make a
trick clock stack.
And here’s a
new trick, Mr Knox…
Socks on chicks
and chicks on fox.
Fox on clocks
on bricks and blocks.
bricks and blocks
on Knox on blocks.
Now we come to
ticks and tocks, sir.
Try to say this
Mr Knox, sir…
Clocks on fox tick.
Clocks on Knox tock.
Six sick bricks tick.
Six sick chicks tock.
Please, sir. I don’t
like this trick, sir.
My tongue isn’t
quick or slick, sir.
I get all those
ticks and clocks, sir,
mixed up with the
chicks and tocks, sir.
I can’t do it, Mr. Fox, sir.
I’m so sorry,
Mr. Knox sir.
Here’s an easy
game to play.
Here’s an easy
thing to say…
New socks.
Two socks.
Whose socks?
Sue’s socks.
Who sews whose socks?
Sue sews Sue’s socks.
Who sees who sew
whose new socks, sir?
You see Sue sew
Sue’s new socks, sir.
That’s not easy,
Mr. Fox, sir.
Who comes?
Crow comes.
Slow Joe Crow comes.
Who sews crow’s clothes?
Sue sews crow’s clothes.
Slow Joe Crow
sews whose clothes?
Sue’s clothes.
Sue sews socks of
fox in socks now.
Slow Joe Crow sews
Knox in box now.
Sue sews rose
on Slow Joe Crow’s clothes.
Fox sews hose
on Slow Joe Crow’s nose
Hose goes.
Rose grows.
Nose hose goes some.
Crow’s rose grows some.
Mr Fox!
I hate this game, sir.
This game makes
my tongue quite lame, sir.
Mr. Knox, sir,
what a shame, sir.
We’ll find somet…there’s loads more, if’n you likee that sort of stuff
Something sensible from DR SEUSS
Where would kids be without the ramblings of Dr Seuss who I personally never understood nor did I understand his one and only Adult book, The Seven Lady Godivas but as the book was a total flop I was apparently not on my own.
I believe he only wrote it for those who live on Islands just to stir up things.
wots it got to do with islands for gods sake??
I must fetch Fruity on the latest here.
He is back on top form today.
Good Morning everyone.
Different channels:mrgreen:
Make me an Island.
Different eyes, different size, different girls every day
Different names, different games took my breath clean away
But I’m changed, rearranged, I’m enlightened and how
you have caught me, you have taught me and I’m different now.
Take me and break me and close all your windows and doors.
Shut me off, cut me off, make me an island, I’m yours.
Take me away from the world, take me away from the girls.
Take me and break me and make me an island, I’m yours.
Running round, shifting ground, that’s the life I have seen.
But I’m tired, uninspired and I’ve wiped my slate clean.
Joe Dolan.
I know that song Jem.
I decided to have a look back at the beginnings of this topic leisurely scribbles from leisurely scribbles part 1 onwards - the mood and style were quite different then and we had more participants than now who for whatever reasons have departed. I think Jem is truly the only one who has maintained the essential spirit of those earlier days! IMO of course - whilst spittie has not changed one iota - well done spittie for true resolve in hard times! that’s all!;-)
Ah your such a sweet old thing Gummy, you really are a big march mellow underneath that rhino skin.;-)
“Cowboys how are ya, and them that never saw a Cow in their lives” (Jimmy O’Dea)
Here yis all are at The Blind Dog Saloon.
A gang of old cowhands sat in the Blind Dog Saloon
Thinking of days gone by
One aimed a gollier at the enamel spittoon
Missed, and got the dog in the eye.
Old Gummy was picking his teeth with a knife
Trying to remove a piece of dead meat
Jem was thinking of his darlin wife
And RJ was clipping the nails on his feet.
Spitty was drawing a patio out on a piece of paper
And Pug was plucking a guitar
Fruitcake was planning his next caper
And Sweetie was serving behind the bar.
Solo came in dressed as Calamity Jane
Buckskin jacket and leather boots
Gummy stood up with the help of his cane
Not that Solo gave two hoots.;-)
I’m off now for a ramble in the lovely Phoenix Park with my darlin’ wife, and who knows a pint or two might well be on the cards.
wot and ya not takin us lot with ya after that lovely tribute you sang to us??
https://s9.postimg.cc/grayy7hzz/pugsy3.jpg
pugsy after his haircut??
there I told you you would feel much better!!
Why am I left behind the bar, more to the point?
I am told I have been missed, but I cannot for the life of me understand why that would be so.
Anyway, I’ve been a bit poorly but now I’m a bit better, and feel up to prattling on about nowt in particular whether anyone is disinterested or not.
I’m off out in the Money Pit in a wee short while. My gift to a bride of our acquaintance is to take her to her wedding in style, so I’m doing a dry run this avo to “find my way.” It’s in a seaside town nearby so I hope there aren’t too many grockles to deal with.
I hope everyone else by here is as well as they can be, and the dribbling, sorry, scribblings are down to the usual standard.
we like your prattle truly - especially that rattlin noise it make - is that ya false teeth??