Nine hundred and fifty nine years ago,
On this very day ,
There we were, Orchi and I,
Sitting on Hastings beach,
Minding our own business,
Just eating some pork pies.
Me drinking my whisky,
WITHOUT WATER!
Orchi drinking his sherry.
I was trying to explain to Orchi
The meaning of
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia,
While He was trying to say
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
We looked out to sea,
There approaching were these boats
Loaded with men,
All had swords and spears,
And one had a bow and arrow.
Behind us horses were galloping,
They came to us on the beach.
Harold was there,
He asked if he could have a pie,
Orchi declined,
Saying “Pigs will fly
Before I release a pie!”
He pointed into the sky
And said to Harold,
“See that flying pig!”
I had always told Orchi
That pointing was rude,
And in this case,
It was dangerous!
As Harold fell from his horse
An arrow in his eye.
And that was the day
That Orchi said to me
“Give me a scotch, without water!”
Out of the kindness of my heart
I gave Orchi a SMALL scotch.
He fell to the ground
Shouting “Alas poor Yorick
I knew him well, fill up the walls
With your English dead Romeo”
From that day Orchi and context
Have never been the same,
And water always goes in his scotch.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2025 00:55
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I put on a previous site that Orchi and I were on a few years ago.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Yep, we were there - this is all true, ya know! lol.
Yes of course it's true Orchi.
I know you guys go back a long ways and I think that that goes for this site as well. Good one Gold.
We sure do soren, thank you.
Andy
You are most welcome
"From that day Orchi and context Have never been the same" At last! the true state of affairs revealed!
In future I shall expect, Andy the whole truth and nothing but the truth every time you post here.
Of course you will Dave, the Laphroaig is till waiting for you. LOL
Andy
aaaaah!!!
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