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Can we have some silence please,
I am poised to have an interesting thought.

You are truly honoured to be present at its official unveiling,
so can we have some silence please.

Once revealed you may ponder my thought from a respectful distance,
protective headgear and sunglasses should be worn to protect you from the dazzle, from the brilliance.
Obviously you are not allowed to touch my thought,
though it will undoubtedly touch you, greatly.

Please do not offer me your opinions about my thought.
I have no interest in descending to your level.

However, your response to my thought is not proscribed
and may range freely between simple worship to submissive adulation.

Although my thought will make you feel temporarily inferior,
that will of course change and,
in time,
you will feel permanently inferior.

I planned this presentation as a one-off opportunity for you,
but if political and economic conditions are favourable
I may permit my thought to be taken on a limited European tour.

It will be hung in vital galleries
It will be guarded by professional philosophers and amateur groupies.
Students and tourists will be allowed to take notes and photos.

Funny

Tinderella,

Obviously this "thought" to which his lordship is referring (which is much exalted, no doubt), has everything to do with me. Why he keeps insisting on dressing it up, "enigmatizing" it, etc. etc., well, only his lordship knows for sure... Ah, well, some day perhaps he'll let his hair down (or at least release it from those silly braids), and we'll finally have that long awaited cup of tea he's been depriving me of, which would have to include some sort of implement or something (most commonly used for stirring)... Anyway, until that idyllic and much awaited moment, I guess we'll all just have to suffer these little camouflaged (by hollow intellectualism, it seems) tirades of his...

And so to his lordship,

in patience, love, and understanding,

Violet

Can we have some towels please,
m-one is poised to have an interesting thought.

It is suggested that we keep a respectful distance,
protective headgear and sunglasses should be worn.
Obviously you should not attempt to touch him or his thought,
though if he explodes it will undoubtedly touch you, greatly.

Please do not offer him opinions about his thought,
which has pleased him so greatly he has puffed up
and ascended to a new level.

If current and weather conditions are favourable
he may float on a limited European tour.
However if your response to his thought, causes him to further swell
all we will have left are vital pieces to be hung in galleries

guarded by professional groupies and amateur philosophers.
Students and tourists will be allowed to take notes and photos.

14.5 minutes - could'a been faster but I got a bit tangled with cut and paste.

thank heavens, a funny poem has been posted on the cohen thingy.
very fun, M.

Sorry to have to say this Violet but I think the title may be about you... Get Over Yourself.............. You are in love with Lord Michael but he is a very busy man and has no time for that carry on. Move on

... oh, you're probably right, Tinderella...

v.

Cate wrote:

Can we have some towels please,
m-one is poised to have an interesting thought.

It is suggested that we keep a respectful distance,
protective headgear and sunglasses should be worn.
Obviously you should not attempt to touch him or his thought,
though if he explodes it will undoubtedly touch you, greatly.

Please do not offer him opinions about his thought,
which has pleased him so greatly he has puffed up
and ascended to a new level.

If current and weather conditions are favourable
he may float on a limited European tour.
However if your response to his thought, causes him to further swell
all we will have left are vital pieces to be hung in galleries

guarded by professional groupies and amateur philosophers.
Students and tourists will be allowed to take notes and photos.

14.5 minutes - could'a been faster but I got a bit tangled with cut and paste.

hee hee heeeeee, - great parody of my errrr, parody.

the story is simply this- at the Brick Lane dinner the night before RAH, Tinderella told me to get over myself. I treasured her impertinence and felt very special until she explained it was something she said often and to many people. I listened and it was true. Nonetheless, I promised her an inflated poem on the subject, and so it is.

tinderella wrote:Is this Henning under another name

is the poem wearing a hat? Get over yourself, Tinderella.

You are soooooooo special Lord Michael.... We never use that get over yourself expression here in Ireland because we all feel lowly and unworthy most of the time. It is only when away from home and I meet all ye super confident people.... i use it as a defense mechanism against my own low self esteem.. I keep travelling abroad in the hopes that some day someone tells me to get over myself.

Manna wrote:thank heavens, a funny poem has been posted on the cohen thingy.
very fun, M.

funny??? it's tragic. I wrote this poem after I was walking in the countryside today and was accosted by an old man using a zimmer frame and trying to climb a stile. Also he was blind, deaf and mute. He had only one ear, a missing big toe on his left foot, and he had a really poor haircut. He wrote me a short message which read "Dear Lord, I have been stuck here for 2 weeks, I have had nothing to eat nor drink. If you will not help me overcome the obstacle that blocks my path , I will surely die". I knew my duty immediately. It was to get home and watch this really funny new comedy on one of my 9 televisions. I turned to the annoying senile wretch and said "stop bothering me, I will not help you, get over yourself"

Wow! You just told me.... Brilliant!

Sounds like a very good time was had!

Tinderella that's a great phrase - I'm going to steal it, thank you.

Cate

Cate wrote:Sounds like a very good time was had!

Tinderella that's a great phrase - I'm going to steal it, thank you.

Cate

you, Girl, will steal nothing until you assure me you got the joke in the old man posting in this thread.

love this poem--reminds me of some of the pretentious poetry places i used to read in in the 60s--
one was where a lady kept repeating---'i have lost my shoe' for twenty minutes'
groovy baby!
give me ts eliot ...love the man-xx
paul darby--known as tiger lady