dragging his hunger through the sky
of my skull shell of sky and earth
stooping to the prone who must
soon take up their life and walk
mocked by a tissue that may not serve
till hunger earth and sky be offal
The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
And sky be offal
ReplyDeleteI'd rather it was a waffle
A nagging cough'll
ReplyDeleteput you off your waffle.
Wattle we do about the waffle
ReplyDeleteIf we do nothing maybe Phil Goff'll
...and the dog, Minstrel...
ReplyDeleteinecti, ancient Latin for - up yours.
well, that's very insightful.
ReplyDeletewell done, sirs. a round of bathtub gin?
We only plagiarise from the best.
ReplyDelete...and the dog, Minstrel...
Are you implying that any of the Riddled staff is Sam Hunt??! [NZ rhyming slang]
I made Smut explain hisself mawahahwaaaaa.
ReplyDeleteinworebb, and out yo ear.
are you refusing zombie bathtub gin?
ReplyDeleteZombies pose no questions.
ReplyDeletescacy. a calm sea.
I drank the cup they offered me
ReplyDeleteOffal, souls and fiddle-dee-dee
You think I cheated there, I bet
But you have no idea, Yvette
You offer nothing, then you laugh
I accept nothing but your damn Giraffe
You think you know the path this takes
But many of your ideas are fakes
I drink deep and sadly trudge
I did not expect fairness from the judge
And now you think your story's nigh
'tis only for the truth to die...
are you refusing zombie bathtub gin?
ReplyDeleteI am suspicious of Zombie intentions.
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Krendler made a face: "The soup is not good."
"Actually, it's more of a parsley and thyme infusion," the doctor said, "and more for our sake than yours. Have another few swallows, and let it circulate."
Slowly, Krendler put down his spoon. He touched his lips with the napkin and looked about for a moment, then set it down next to his bowl.
ReplyDelete"Circulate" he repeated, and raised his eyes to gaze deeply at Fitch. "And then?" he asked.
Fitch struggled to retain the advantage. "Yes. There is nothing to be lost", he said.
Krendler nodded and stood up. "There is never anything to be lost" he commented, somewhat absently as he reached for the brandy. Once again, his eyes rose to lock on the hapless Fitch. "Might you have a cigar?", he asked....
No wonder they murdered that guy in the cathedral.
ReplyDelete..laden or unladen?
ReplyDeleteAnd sky be offal
ReplyDeleteI'd rather it was a waffle
But, but spleen sandwiches are delicioso!
..laden or unladen?
ReplyDeleteBin laden
Come as you are, chilly bin laden in all your well stored glory.
ReplyDeletedramirce, whiskey empathy.
"mocked by a tissue" is, indeed, a low blow, when your liver starts laughing at you
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