An Ode to Liss's Bed
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chaletianI wrote this following the Summer Gather. And see how I cannot resist posting it...
It is a sad story that I must relate
But my bed I have failed to appreciate.
With careless abandon I’ve lain on the covers
And never considered that I’d get my druthers.
I went to the Gather, all ready for fun
And laughed as good cooking went into my tum.
But as midnight beckoned I discovered my woe
No beds! Not a one! Oh where could I go?
In March, Rachael’s threshold provided a cure
But now older and wiser I wasn’t so sure
So three in a bed it was fated to be
With Rachel the Witch, Xan and I made merrie (sic).
Alas, sultry weather, sleep mocked me from far
And pointed and laughed, like a tightly closed jar.
The morning of Saturday came bright and early
But Squeenie was sleepy and grumpy and surly.
O, my comf’table bed! Where were you, my sweet?
How eager I was that we once more should meet.
I lay in the living room and feigned not to hear
As Vikki the Ratbag took pics of my rear.
The gay village hall, how pretty and bright,
How our young hearts did rejoice at the sight.
Although we got kicked out by two One and Onlies
A few people went in – hurrah for cajones!
At last all was ready and set to begin
And CBBers from all parts were shepherded in.
A quiz of nice pictures was how we all started
Though to Morpheus’ call I once more was martyred.
We had races and quizzes and cookies galore
And two loonies went squirming the length of the floor.
But as we all gambolled and practised charades
I could see that no sleep time would be on the cards.
The RCS quiz was next on the programme
And Nell found the whole thing as easy as jam
There was woe for young Lulie (rather a tyro)
And also for me – I was drawn on with biro.
Evening came and we decamped to our base
And I chopped up tomatoes with alarming good grace
But though I had fun with lots of sharp knives
I still kept on wondering ‘Well, am I alive?’
Barbecued cheese! The kneecaps of bees!
Vikki’s quiz was delivered with inordinate glee.
We pulled at our hair and scratched at our foreheads
But despite Kate and Cathy, I dreamt only of beds.
The evening was over, the night had begun,
Dark twilight enshrouded the light of the sun
But those gallant CBBers, they needed no rest
They all had short drabbles to get off their chests.
So clever! So funny! They all were so fine,
Though alas no-one wondered which story was mine:
Yes, it’s true; Squeenie failed, she’d bitten the dust
The first lines were killers, all her ideas a bust.
Two o’clock tolled and the time for bed came
I hoped there’d be one bed which wasn’t yet claimed
But my dreams were all dashed, left out in the cold,
I had to commune with dear Rachael’s threshold.
At three-hundred hours I gazed at the ceiling
At four-hundred hours my leg had no feeling
At five-hundred hours I stole Damien’s chair
At six-hundred hours I played with my hair.
But the night was soon over (after sixty-odd years)
And others awakened with 8AM cheers
We had coffee and fruit juice and plenty to eat
And at last I agreed to give up Megan’s sheet.
Once dressed we stole Rob (the unfortunate man)
And told him the whole of Kathye’s cunning plan.
We sat on the patio, using chairs and so on,
And recreated the scene used in Joey’s Salon.
The farewells came next, and we wept with great woe
As cyclists (the fruitcakes) were the first to go.
Soon there was only a few of us left
Feeling lonely and teary and sadly bereft.
Finally, though, I was tucked into bed
As Kathye desired her passenger undead.
I slept for an hour, and oh it was bliss
But too soon I was hearing loud cries of “Where’s Liss?”
I got up (such an effort) and went downstairs (more)
And found my belongings so neat on the floor
Young Kathye had no faith (she wasn’t alone)
She packed all my shampoo (I’d kill for a clone!).
We were ready to leave! Alas, ‘lack and woe!
Could it already be the time to go?
Farewell Rob and Rachael, and young Marshall too;
Some time in the next year no doubt we’ll see you!
It is a sad story that I must relate
But my bed I have failed to appreciate.
With careless abandon I’ve lain on the covers
And never considered that I’d get my druthers.
I went to the Gather, all ready for fun
And laughed as good cooking went into my tum.
But as midnight beckoned I discovered my woe
No beds! Not a one! Oh where could I go?
In March, Rachael’s threshold provided a cure
But now older and wiser I wasn’t so sure
So three in a bed it was fated to be
With Rachel the Witch, Xan and I made merrie (sic).
Alas, sultry weather, sleep mocked me from far
And pointed and laughed, like a tightly closed jar.
The morning of Saturday came bright and early
But Squeenie was sleepy and grumpy and surly.
O, my comf’table bed! Where were you, my sweet?
How eager I was that we once more should meet.
I lay in the living room and feigned not to hear
As Vikki the Ratbag took pics of my rear.
The gay village hall, how pretty and bright,
How our young hearts did rejoice at the sight.
Although we got kicked out by two One and Onlies
A few people went in – hurrah for cajones!
At last all was ready and set to begin
And CBBers from all parts were shepherded in.
A quiz of nice pictures was how we all started
Though to Morpheus’ call I once more was martyred.
We had races and quizzes and cookies galore
And two loonies went squirming the length of the floor.
But as we all gambolled and practised charades
I could see that no sleep time would be on the cards.
The RCS quiz was next on the programme
And Nell found the whole thing as easy as jam
There was woe for young Lulie (rather a tyro)
And also for me – I was drawn on with biro.
Evening came and we decamped to our base
And I chopped up tomatoes with alarming good grace
But though I had fun with lots of sharp knives
I still kept on wondering ‘Well, am I alive?’
Barbecued cheese! The kneecaps of bees!
Vikki’s quiz was delivered with inordinate glee.
We pulled at our hair and scratched at our foreheads
But despite Kate and Cathy, I dreamt only of beds.
The evening was over, the night had begun,
Dark twilight enshrouded the light of the sun
But those gallant CBBers, they needed no rest
They all had short drabbles to get off their chests.
So clever! So funny! They all were so fine,
Though alas no-one wondered which story was mine:
Yes, it’s true; Squeenie failed, she’d bitten the dust
The first lines were killers, all her ideas a bust.
Two o’clock tolled and the time for bed came
I hoped there’d be one bed which wasn’t yet claimed
But my dreams were all dashed, left out in the cold,
I had to commune with dear Rachael’s threshold.
At three-hundred hours I gazed at the ceiling
At four-hundred hours my leg had no feeling
At five-hundred hours I stole Damien’s chair
At six-hundred hours I played with my hair.
But the night was soon over (after sixty-odd years)
And others awakened with 8AM cheers
We had coffee and fruit juice and plenty to eat
And at last I agreed to give up Megan’s sheet.
Once dressed we stole Rob (the unfortunate man)
And told him the whole of Kathye’s cunning plan.
We sat on the patio, using chairs and so on,
And recreated the scene used in Joey’s Salon.
The farewells came next, and we wept with great woe
As cyclists (the fruitcakes) were the first to go.
Soon there was only a few of us left
Feeling lonely and teary and sadly bereft.
Finally, though, I was tucked into bed
As Kathye desired her passenger undead.
I slept for an hour, and oh it was bliss
But too soon I was hearing loud cries of “Where’s Liss?”
I got up (such an effort) and went downstairs (more)
And found my belongings so neat on the floor
Young Kathye had no faith (she wasn’t alone)
She packed all my shampoo (I’d kill for a clone!).
We were ready to leave! Alas, ‘lack and woe!
Could it already be the time to go?
Farewell Rob and Rachael, and young Marshall too;
Some time in the next year no doubt we’ll see you!
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Date: 2005-05-20 05:26 pm (UTC)Sorry the website still hasnt made it live... um *hides*
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Date: 2005-05-20 05:49 pm (UTC)Oh, and just be glad about the photos I DIDN'T take....
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Date: 2005-05-20 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 09:24 pm (UTC)*plots revenge for the 'two One and Onlies' comment - Rachel, think Liss needs a staring role in the new drabble idea*
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Date: 2005-05-23 12:37 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-05-23 04:06 pm (UTC)