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| Apr 21st, 2006 02:02 AM | |
| Sethomas | I dunno, I think those are kind of long for being signatures. |
| Mar 10th, 2006 11:54 AM | |
| Womti |
and to follow: "THE UTTER ZOO ALPHABET" (by Edward Gorey) The Ampoo is intensely neat; Its head is small, likewise its feet. The Boggerslosh conceals itself In back of bottles on a shelf. The Crunk is not unseldom drastic And must be hindered by elastic. The Dawbis is remote and shy; It shuns the gaze of passers-by. The Epitwee's inclined to fits Until at last it falls to bits. The Fidknop is devoid of feeling; It drifts about beneath the ceiling. The Gawdge is understood to save All sorts of objects in its cave. The Humglum crawls along the ground, And never makes the slightest sound. The Ippagoggy has a taste For every kind of glue and paste. The Jelbislup cannot get far Because it's kept inside a jar. The Kwongdzu has enormous claws; Its character is full of flaws. The Limpflig finds it hard to keep From spending all its life asleep. The Mork proceeds with pensive grace And no expression on its face. The Neapse's sufferings are chronic; It lives exclusively on tonic. The Ombledroom is vast and white, And therefore visible by night. The Posby goes into a trance In which it does a little dance. The Quingawaga squeaks and moans While dining off ankle bones. The Raitch hangs downward from its tail By knotting it around a nail. The Scrug's extremely nasty-looking, And is unusable for cooking. The Twibbit on occasion knows A difficulty with its toes. The Ulp is very, very small; It can hardly be seen at all. The Veazy makes a creaking noise; It has no dignity or poise. The Wambulus has floppy ears With which to wipe away its tears. The Xyke stands up at close of day, And then it slowly walks away. The Yawfle stares, and stares, and stares, And stares, and stares, and stares, and stares. About the Zote what can be said? There was just one, and now it's dead. |
| Mar 8th, 2006 01:02 PM | |
| kahljorn |
The child has somehow got shut inside its umbrella 
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| Mar 8th, 2006 09:39 AM | |
| Womti |
Gorey signatures for those of you who do not have signatures, or are interested in changing their current, I shall be posting a number of Edward Gorey short story texts, which you may quote for signatures, or do with as you will. For starters: "The Sopping Thursday" (by Edward Gorey) Since early morning it has been raining Where is my umbrella? I have mislaid my umbrella I do not find my umbrella I have lost my umbrella Where is Bruno? I think it will presently stop raining Someone stole Mrs Gumbash's umbrella I wish to purchase an umbrella Last night it did not seem as if today it would be raining I am unable to undo the cover of my umbrella I know I am going to succeed I have come to borrow an umbrella I do not like carrying an umbrella The cats are nervous when it is raining The child has somehow got shut inside its umbrella Nor do I really care for this umbrella Last week in your umbrella stand I left my umbrella The wind has blown inside out my umbrella I will not give up until I do I never mind it raining I have been poked in the eye with an umbrella Have you no other umbrella? Last year on this date it was raining There has been a snatching of an umbrella None of these umbrellas will do I cannot see where I am going with my umbrella I feel I shall very soon succeed I expect tomorrow it will still be raining The infant is saved frombeing swept down an open sewer because the dog has recognized its master's umbrella Bruno has returned I knew I should succeed What a noble beast! That was very naughty of you THE END |
