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As I sit here on this bench
Oh I wish I wish I was French
He has a certain flair
He posts without a care
He could be the smartest man in the room
But then again he could be holding the broom
Such an asset to the forum
Lest we fall into the doldrum
Sitting there in gay Pariee
Probably reading, under a tree
So mon cher live your life
then settle down and take a wife (an a mistress)
<3
:smitten:
Still stuck in the cold wintery north
Of all that snow I'm really rather bored
How I long for the warmth of Texas
instead of another icy Xmas
Still waiting for the Ode to Warman8,STFS. :pimp:
So gay...
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
-- J. Seinfeld
So much coffee wasted I fully aplaud a standing ovation
An ODE? Of fewer lines than a sonnet? With mixed meter and limping scansion? For shame.....:shame:
Anyway, here's a sonnet.
The Jester and Le Cowboy
His words, sharper still than any epee
Witty, yet also gentle and gentile
Laugh author, yet only slightly outre
His jests piquant, but at his core tranquil
Our cher Louis, in two tongues may play
Champion of "King's" and L'Academie
Our cher Louis, "all in jest" some may say
But wit's the tool of Le Bard de Paris
Yet stranger still the connection -- la chaine
Entre Louis and Strike -- two now one pair?
Knitting the Rio Brazos with La Seine
Entre Texas and France -- that's just not fair!
Never and always, jamais et toujours
We're stuck with them both, so en garde et encore!
In our midst, we had a poet.
All this time, we did not know it.
He didn't make any spelling errors either. Must be that college learning is starting to sink in.Quote:
Originally Posted by Banquo's Ghost
Needs more fleur-de-lis.
There once was an Orgah named Louis,
Exuding panache for all to see,
Although he came from France,
He got into Strike's pants,
And the man from Texas says, Oui Oui!
~D
The Texan sat in silent bliss,
Dreaming of a Frankish kiss.
His heart beat large with every word,
Until up from the ground came a bubbling crude...
Oil that is,
Black gold. Texas tea.
Then the next thing you know old Strikes a millionaire;
He said to Louis, "Move away from there.
Tay-Has is the place you wanna be."
So they both packed up and moved to a flat in Austin over a record store, regularly asking each other: "Why can't I quit you?"
And they all lived happily ever after, the end.
Or is it?
Please God, in the name of all that is Holy and Good, let it be the end. :yes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Yoyoma1910
This thread is getting ode-r by the minute.
Texas roses can be Yellow
Some French lilies are Too
Strike/Louis is FrancoTexican
A combo you couldn't redo
Why hate on a bromance so beautiful and eternal?Quote:
Originally Posted by Banquo's Ghost
I'm feeling a strange longing to watch Brokeback Mountain.Quote:
Originally Posted by Yoyoma1910
There once was a man named Louis
Who [something that rhymes with St. Louis]
And as he [censored] his [blank]
and [blank]ed with his [blank]
[something quite vulgar] hardly knew us.
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Brokeback Mountain IRL? that was quite a drama... T.T
How does one translate "klubb för inbördes beundran" to english anyway?