Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

Well low and behold, that’s a sight for sore eyes today, the Gummy fella is back online all ship shape and rearing to go, great to have ya back old son.;-):slight_smile:
We all missed the exchange of niceties between yourself and Pug.:smiley:

Not a word from RJ for a good while now, I hope he’s OK, we all miss him badly.

I was at a birthday party on Monday now I’ll be going to a funeral tomorrow, a lot can happen in just a few days.
Another brother in law passed away with pneumonia, He was in his 80’s and had been ailing for a long time, a nice fella and we always got on well, rest his soul.
As i’ve often said they don’t keep the deceased lying about for long over here, you die on one day, go to the church the next day or lie in a funeral parlour or in your own house, whatever you fancy, and you’re lowered down the day after that, providing your dead of course, and there are no suspicious circumstances.
I had eight brothers in law through marriage now there’s only one left… me, I’m the last surviver of the seven widowed sisters, they all married young and stayed the whole course “till death do us part”, all great girls who made great wives, bless them all.
The latest deceased was a great fan of Jerry Lee Lewis so I’ll expect great balls of fire to be played several times at his waking.
Just thinking there, it’s a good job he’s not getting cremated, just imagine them playing “Great Balls of Fire” as the coffin slides into the oven, although he would probably have laughed, he was a real joker.:slight_smile:

glad to see ya handlin the pain well these days sprugs! - got any joints left if so how about sharing them around?

as well as the constant rain on that shetland series, apart from the main deco the rest all seem a bit brain dead - is that why ya canny spell very well sprug? like exprezzo for example?

Oi and why are there no trees up there - ya just put a little twig in the soil and it grows dumbo!

well I’m gonna drive me reticulated lorry around the block a bit - brum brum brum !!

Are you coming to Birmingham, thrice times?

I am going to relax peddling my reciprocating bicycle.

takes a brummy to know a brummy! - my reciprocities to yuz too bros

Gummy, I knew you were a true Brummy when you had knowledge of the Jewelry quarter.:lol::lol:

Yes, where is RJ, there has to be a ratification!

and some penalties imposed - I love imposing penal scores! preferably on the bum! or is that on the brummy?

Lest we forget “the Brum”.

Poetry is good, but you have to be in the Mood for it, am I right???

Blimey steamy windows the lot!
We know a song about that.
Who is a Brummie?
I once lived in Tamworth the Nuneaton, does that count?

No way, not close enough to the revolution.

Oh well where is my song?
Steamy windows Tina Turner.
You are lagging.:lol:

Yes, I have a Puffer Jacket.:lol:

Good Night Possums. X

The scribble twins are here again
They drive us up the wall
They say they are mutations
But Shets a far off call??

The post their silly limericks
Misspell and preach to all
And when they turn to Utube
It sends me ‘round the hall [bend]

They trounce ‘round in their nighties
Twinkle like a bloody star
I wish I had a magic wand
To send them to afar!

One drives a truck with old ladies
The other a jeep with corks
And when they’re drinkin coffee
It’s just talk and talk and talk

But we’ve only got six members
Well mines a three piece suite
So we need as many scribbles
It’s like a lottery sweep

What really keeps us goin
Is the unknown from afar
Could be Dublin, NZ or Brummy land
A long way to go in car

I wish I had an island
Where I could dump them all
To sit and write their limericks
Play guitars to 4am call

But I guess we’re stuck with cyberspace
It’s sort of free and busy
And there’s so much miss-interaction
I feel like thin tin lizzie?

Ohhhh,gummy,what a sad refrain
you waffle on in such great pain
and even mispelled espresso again
so tell me-what’s it like to have a brick for a brain?

Yakketty-yak,it’s on you go,
displaying all the things you don’t know
and giving your credulity a crashing blow
-because Shetland’s an archipelago!

But never mind,we don’t expect much,
just you to waffle and jibber and such;
it’s just nice to know we can stay in touch
…ol’ Puggy’s gumbud’s social crutch.

So,me old mate,go rest your head
and try not to cry over bad things you’ve said;
after all,if you cry again you’ll wet the bed,
just like last time-and then you’ll be filled with dread!

I was thinking about Witches earlier.
When I was a child, there were two sisters that lived in this great big house.
It was a creepy run down place, all the kids used to say they were Witches, and I was scared. One used to dye her hair that bright orange colour, and dress in weird clothes.
The other sister dressed in clothes from the Forties and looked silly.
You know how kids make up stuff when we were younger.
We believed all that rubbish.

Well as I grew older I plucked up the courage to speak to them one day.
They were still waiting for their loved ones to come home from WW2, I think that was so sad.
They were left the house by their parents. They were lovely excentric old dears.
The inside of the great house was just amazing, a place stuck in time.

That reminded me of the two Sisters in “Arsenic and Old Lace”, ever so sweet and well meaning, knocking off all the lonely old men to send them on to a better happier place.:slight_smile:
But fair play to your Sisters in the big house, true to their sweethearts till the end.:slight_smile:

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My brother in law is lying in the funeral parlour, just got back from there, I was surprised to hear he’s being cremated tomorrow after the 12 O’Clock mass, cremation is becoming very popular over here now, it used to be forbidden by the church in my younger days, now that they have lost their power everyone is dying to be cremated, as if for spite.;-):smiley:

Gummy wears a skirt, to cover his rustic bum
And Spitty has a swelling, where a hammer hit his thumb.

RJ’s deep in study, writing po-et-tree
Checking all his spelling, before he’ll let us see.

Sweetie pie, who’s never shy, is planning another trip
She’s done the planes and trains, so this one is by ship.

Ciderman is contented, and happily brewing away
We all live in hope, of sampling his wares one day.

Jem is in his little shed, making things from gold
The gas fire is burning, to keep away the cold…

Pug was out buying coffee, he’s just got back from Spar
He sips a nice expresso, while he plays his old guitar.

Still we all stick together, and I hope we never quit
Regardless of the distance, and the flinging of the shit. ;-):smiley: