One likes to chip one’s two bits in
Even when they’re very thin
To add one’s insult is delight
Even with no dog in fight!
The fact that two face maunders on
On histories long upon and gone
Forgotten in the daily round
Consigned by humans to the pound
Some kind soul should pity strife
And tell him soundly GET A LIFE!
Suggest to him an antidote
Not ALL his life to be a SCROTE!
Sorry about the last line, a bugger to rhyme with antidote!
PS Some of us are 12 hours behind or whatever but we do like to be able to contribute! Otherwise we become read only, not a lot of fun in that is there?
Boadicea's Chariot 
Oh! Dear Christina – I had quite forgotten that you like your pennyworth when I closed the post! Still, it has inspired you to write a ‘pome’… so it’s not all bad!
Admirable, CO. 😀
Great, CO. I was tempted to add a comment to the effect that if life is too short to stuff mushrooms, as the lady said, it is certainly to short to dig up old, long-buried bones. Do your dogs bury bones in your garden, Christina?
Forced to rhyme with antidote
Scrote was chosen and was wrote
She could have chosen mote or moat
or in extremis asymptote
I don’t mean to gloat, … or dote
so off I’ll float, I’ll get my coat.
LW 100%!!
You just watch you never get to vanishing point!
Sheona, one dog tries but the others dig it up immediately.
Everything has to be dished up in threes and then there is a grand competition to eat it the fastest.
They all have a bonio for breakfast, the little girl collects theirs and hoards them, eats her own and guards theirs and growls. A human has to confiscate them and redistribute them to their rightful owners. This carry on is a morning ritual. Just like a bunch of kids.
The great digging here is mole chasing, every now and again one of the terriers actually has a live mole out of their dens, not for long! Nothing like chomping up a warm bit of mole!
Artistic licence floats her boat
The odds of chance are quite remote
No rhyme was sought for antidote
But for that other word, I note.
“One is Marginally Miffed!”
Jings! That’s a relatively mild statement. You’re not mellowing down, are you Mrs CO?
How about-
Suggest to him an antidote
His life’s as washed up as a banknote
CO, well met,
One day, we have to sit down to agree scales. I never realised that you went as low as ‘Marginally Miffed’. As I have told you before, you remind me so much of the Gale Force Nine that was my mother when she was in benevolent mode.
A fine pome. And thanks for the chance which it gives me to comment as well. I understand, of course, why Boadicea closed comments elsewhere and I congratulate her for what I felt was a reasoned and sensible response to a post which she could have deleted without any of us ever knowing that it had been blogged.
But, and I really try hard not to do this sort of post.
I post here as I posted there on MyT for my own enjoyment and pleasure and for the pleasure which other bloggers give me. One of the bloggers who I have always particularly enjoyed is Janus. I was sad to see his departure and I was equally sad to see his return in what I felt was a way designed to burn bridges rather than rebuild them.
As an older MyT hand, I was there when the Great Spat happened. I remember the vituperation and I remember the proffered and accepted apologies, all of which seemed genuine to me. I even remember Brendano being included in the truce, Sticking with the bridge theme, I thought that a lot of water had flowed by and I saw no need for Pooh sticks at dawn.
Whatever. The important thing is that this whole incident has been a catalyst for an outburst of creative activity on the Chariot, in my opinion.
Here’s my offering to be sung to the tune of:-
He’ll goad and jar and start a war
His tongue has got a sting
He winds up everyone he can
And disses everything
Yet underneath his bluster
He has strengths aplenty there
Despite his constant slagging of the Windsors.
He’s often quick to take offence
But he’s awfully good at quips
He’s often sharp and hurtful
With his posts on ‘Battleships’
Yet I feel I have to say it
It’s the way my balance tips
And Janus is an asset to the Chariot.
I’d like to say a word in his behalf
Janus makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like our Janus?
How do you stop a gadfly doing its bit?
How you do you find a word that means our Janus?
A classicist! A Quixote! A wit!
Many a thing you know you’d like to tell him
Many a time he ought to take advice
I still hope that he might stay
And not simply flounce away
But how do you tell a gadfly to play nice?
Oh, how do you solve a problem like our Janus?
How do you tell a gadfly to play nice?
John, your oracular pronouncement is positively Delphic and happily for me seems to imply a thumbs up rather than down as far as my fate is concerned. Thank you for that. If only Socrates’ gadfly had been so welcomed!
Very funny and clever indeed Mr Mackie.
My view on our Janus is that while I reserve the right to fight with him and insult him (but only when he deserves it), just as he does me on any given day, I like to believe that each new post represents a fresh beginning and previous spats are set aside. The same applies to all bloggers. Holding grudges is too much like hard work and it does make one very cross.
O Mrs Os, what can I say?
How can my Muse reply?
Remember Old Scrotum
(If I dare just quote ‘im)
Said his masters would rely
On him to hang around the bye
And do their bidding
With occasional kidding.
The Wrinkled Retainer, O my!
I’m glad the muse amused.
Now really y’all, the whole UK only got to’ rather miffed’ during the whole WWII!
I was only feeling that mellow because Thanksgiving dinner went off rather well.
You are a poet
And you don’t know it! 🙂
Absolutely right.
I’d also like to repeat what I’ve said to the point of utter boredom – that people should not get offended if they are given the same treatment that they dish out.
Gadflys should, perhaps, remember that if they bite too frequently and too ferociously they are liable to get slapped down. There is a limit, even to my tolerance and forbearing.
I went on MyT once……just once. I’ll stay here thanks! Wonderful talented wordsmiths you are all! 😀
On behalf of the British Organisation of Gadflies (sic)(BOG), of which I am honoured to be the Vice Convenor, may I confirm that your ruling is now added to our Creed.