5?

A small break from verse for (via Charlie):

4!

Because I could not stop for breath,

Rick kindly stopped for me.

The highway held but just ourselves

And some ETC

We slowly rode, too sore for haste

As I had put away

My labour, and my leisure too,

On hills that were too steep.

adverse 3

Quoth the Razor: Never Mo.

Ye Olde Advent Verses, II

 To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:

Whether 'tis Nobler in the seat to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of bubbles,
And by the remote end them: too dry, to sip
No more; and by a sip, to say we pause
The movie, and the thousand battling orcs
The ring is heir to? 'Tis a plot construction
Devoutly to be wished. To pause, to pee,
To drip, perchance to stream; Aye, there's the tub,
For in that pause for breath, what scenes may come,
While we have shuffled off to liquid toil—
We must press pause. There's the prospect
That makes Calamity of so long a film:
The unflushable Country, from whose bedpan
No TV-watcher returns...
Thus Crabbies does make Cowards of us all.

Advent 2012. Begins.

Hello All.

A very exciting time has come. ADVENT! Advent.

This year your treats come in the form of re-worked literary classics, made-to-fit people we know and love. Your job? Figure out who they're for, each one (and where the original comes from? Maybe?). Like, say, this December first example:

To borrow and to borrow and to borrow,
Cheap in this pretty place from pay to day
To the last sale table in record time;
And all our magazines have lighted fools
The way to dusty debt.

  Pout, pout, chief handler!

This line’s but a gawking shadow of poor players
That strut and fret an hour up in the dressing-room
and hang stuff up no more.

       It is a sale

sold by an idiot, full of silk and fur yet
dignifying nothing.

...

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