Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
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Adanor
Dedicated Member
That whole thing is just pure poetry.
Nothing more.
Pure poetry.
WHAT?
What was Armpepper doing floating?
Down the river, without his canoe.
The boys fished him out and then
He asked about his canoe.
Compo asked, "What color?"
The boys snagged his canoe
Before it got away.
So what was Armpepper doing?
He told them, in front of the fire.
Wrapped in a blanket, clothes steaming
He wanted to be known. He was
So tired -- he went home, without his canoe.
What were the boys doing?
The boys snagged his canoe
It was time for an adventure.
In ill-fitting bathing attire
Their clothes in bags
The motley crew climbed aboard.
Reluctantly
"Just paddle!" Blamire barked.
Inexpertly they dipped their oars
Hoping all was well.
After being seen by expert fishermen.
They took a break on the river bank,
Ahh, they breathed a sigh of relief,
They rested, eyes closed.
The canoe
Took a break
And gaily floated away. With
The bags of their clothing.
They had no choice but
To sneak into town
Holding fruitless branches
Hiding their bathing attire
They scurried, in a hurry
In front of a busload of tourists.
So what was Armpepper doing?
He was In front of his fire,
Wrapped in a comforter, in flannel PJ's.
Contemplating the question,
What can I do next?
Nothing more.
Pure poetry.
WHAT?
What was Armpepper doing floating?
Down the river, without his canoe.
The boys fished him out and then
He asked about his canoe.
Compo asked, "What color?"
The boys snagged his canoe
Before it got away.
So what was Armpepper doing?
He told them, in front of the fire.
Wrapped in a blanket, clothes steaming
He wanted to be known. He was
So tired -- he went home, without his canoe.
What were the boys doing?
The boys snagged his canoe
It was time for an adventure.
In ill-fitting bathing attire
Their clothes in bags
The motley crew climbed aboard.
Reluctantly
"Just paddle!" Blamire barked.
Inexpertly they dipped their oars
Hoping all was well.
After being seen by expert fishermen.
They took a break on the river bank,
Ahh, they breathed a sigh of relief,
They rested, eyes closed.
The canoe
Took a break
And gaily floated away. With
The bags of their clothing.
They had no choice but
To sneak into town
Holding fruitless branches
Hiding their bathing attire
They scurried, in a hurry
In front of a busload of tourists.
So what was Armpepper doing?
He was In front of his fire,
Wrapped in a comforter, in flannel PJ's.
Contemplating the question,
What can I do next?
So, what is the answer?
You will have to wait for the answer as Pearl has gone abroad
You're not kidding abroad, be easier getting to Mars with my flaming satnav.
Adrian Morris
Dedicated Member
The way the other ladies think about the way Glenda's husband behaves they must think he is an alien.
captain clutterbuck
LOTSW Fanatic
Talking of close encounters what the hell is this in the solent . Looked on both railcam cameras on the Isle of Wight and its on both 
Anyone seen any news items about maybe projecting an image from mainland ?? Watched a few minutes and it doesn't move looks like some sort of antenna .
Anyone seen any news items about maybe projecting an image from mainland ?? Watched a few minutes and it doesn't move looks like some sort of antenna .