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Post by caronz on Mar 14, 2008 16:51:55 GMT 12
2 little boys
jake the peg
tie me kangaroo down
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Post by ancient1 on Mar 14, 2008 16:57:40 GMT 12
Court of king Caractacus
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Post by caronz on Mar 14, 2008 17:06:00 GMT 12
stairway to heaven   Then all the paintings And he painted the queen, she posed for him a few years back |
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Post by ancient1 on Mar 14, 2008 17:13:06 GMT 12
Court of king Caractacus parody
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Post by Aussie on Mar 14, 2008 17:17:24 GMT 12
awwww, I love all them. When I saw the thread name I was worried something may have happened to him
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Post by ancient1 on Mar 14, 2008 17:24:15 GMT 12
I've lost my mummy
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Post by surfingranny on Mar 14, 2008 18:29:08 GMT 12
One of the worlds greats  |
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Post by Aussie on Mar 14, 2008 18:29:41 GMT 12
he sure is, I live that that "two little boys"
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Post by surfingranny on Mar 14, 2008 18:32:27 GMT 12
Certainly one of his best. I believe his painting, all of which take about 4 minutes flat sell for mega-bucks now |
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Post by ancient1 on Mar 16, 2008 12:09:47 GMT 12
Big dog
This great big wolf hound's standing staring at me,
Licking his chops and weighing me up for tea.
I'm a guy who don't scare easily.
That's the truth, cor, look at that tooth,
And he's just standing, slobbering and panting, Looking at me.
They never had this great dog here yesterday.
Her old man's bought him just to scare me away.
I bet he's in there laughing, shouting 'Hooray'.
And I'm scared to death, and puppy dog's breath,
is coming faster, it's gonna be disaster,
I daren't run away.
Her dad's got a right to object to the way I dress,
I guess.
But to buy a huge pup to tear me up,
Look his jaws and his paws and his maws all wet,
It's not sweat, it's saliva,
and he'll be the sole survivor.
That's pure vindictiveness.
So, when his great mastiff has torn me limb from limb,
What'll his precious daughter think about him.
I'm not very bright but I'm certainly not that dim.
You see, then, her father,
He will have made me a martyr (you see).
And when me head's been torn to shreds,
She's gonna blame him.
Sounds gory, don't it?
I've turned green.
Still I might as well go in a blaze of glory,
If you know what I mean.
Just the same, I wish I had the courage to run.
Either that or I wish I had a dirty great gun.
Well, if I really gotta die then I better get it over and done.
Cor, that dog's immense,
Still, here I go, over the fence.
Go on, dog, go on, treat me as lunch meat,
Savage me and crunch me, here's me foot, have fun.
Here, What you think you doing,
stand there for half an hour teasing him,
Then you go and jump over the fence
and scare the life out of our poor little great dane puppy
Here tinkles boy , here boy
Awwwww
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