geofflambert
Matrix Legion of Merit

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Joined: 12/23/2010 From: St. Louis Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: geofflambert There was this wee lassie, at any rate wee as far as gorn lassies go. She was derivative of the clan o' O'Gorn. Whilst quite young, she was promised to the scion of the Dumbda Doones. He was known far and wide as Gunga Doone, and if anyone asked how Gunga Doone did in school, well the answer was invariably Gunga din. So, in any case, they were wed, and ne'er a soul e'er said they shouldn'. Came the troubles with the Yan Kis. Gunga Doone packed his fish scalers and headed off to the martialing yard. --- To Be Continued --- Meanwhile the Doone household had a wee plumbing problem. Mrs. O'Gorna-Doone, I'll call her Esmeraldella for the time bein', she called a plumber who'd managed to avoid the draft, didn' go to war with the Yan Ki and was equally proficient at layin' pipe as he was with fixin' 'em. She proceeded to have a lot o' problems with her pipes, and required much fixin', to say the least. At some point the plumber, I'll call him Scalamander, he needed a break and sent her the following missive: O'Gorna Doone, the pipes, the pipes they're callin' From loo to roo and down the sewer drain The faucets leak, And O the drops they're fallin' It's you it's you must go and I must bide But come ye back ere the snake goes down the drain Or when the suds begin to flow I'll be here in sunshine or in rain O'Gorna Doooone, my dear, I hate to love you so
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