ORCHESTRATEY
Much mirth to see all plunky bow scrape
stringy strikers finger twitchy
screechers noties dangly grape
Brassic trumples blasty march roads
huffles pluffing lungles burstingl
burpload windy sprout forth nodes
Stretchy leathkins tight and twangy
hittle with a drumbly stickle
vibes and bongs with fistic bangy
Notey flotus to the ear lobes
all relaxy common restfuls
herdus all round worldly globes
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of Unwinesque to start off a Sunday.
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A finey writey and piccy there M. My feeble attempt at Unwinesque! Oh well, my attempt's better than a …...poke in the eye.
In all condesence you bring useful ploy on the atomoles of my mindful - thankiness in lotfulls Orchi.
Deep joy my artydold friendifold.
Grateness in bucketholds Andy.
A fantastic re-assembly of language we now rarely hear yet remember well - - great stuff Michael - - and that lovely picture has a clarity to sigh for.
Thanks Fay - I could listen to him for hours - sadly not many clips left on YouTube but each one a gem.
I wonder what our American friends make of him.
THANKS MICHAEL ~ When we finally cut our ties (Aprony stringies ?) with Europe we will be Able to let our hair down again ~ conflabby in UNWINESQUE ~ and restore the YINGY TONGY SONGY as our Natly Anthuma once again ~ its a FUNDIMOLD excusy ! Britian will not be GRATE again but we will be MAD again with Chief Clown Boris in No. 10 Clowning Street ~ NEMA ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Love the Village Scene ~ we will revert to Village Life MORRIS PRANCING ~ MAYPOLING & Cloggy Dancin' ! Have a Kool Yool A & B & C* 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 (C* denotes future Children !)
Thanks Brian. Sadly the professional politicians have proved themselves to be pompous and arrogant and completely incompetent . But hey - back to being mad again.
I'm off to find out what the heck you are talking about here.... right to YouTube..... I'm sure it will be fun. Oh but your pictures break my heart they are so beautiful..... too late for this life but in the next one I WANT TO LIVE IN ENGLAND.
Come and visit Lorna - you'll not regret it. You'll need to google: Professor Stanley Unwin - he used to live a couple of villages away and was hilarious.
Found him - I'd strangle him if I lived with him.......... a couple of villages away is just about right...... very funny though but makes me feel as if I am heading to Alzheimers with my lack of comprehension..........
When you arrive at Alzheimers let me know and I'll welcome you !! 🙂 🙂
I forgot - who are you again?
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