Good day friends and whoever else. Apologies it’s taken me so long to waste more of your time. My amateur’s badger wrestling wrangler conglomerate is going, as expected, very poorly. The badgers can’t seem to grasp the finer points of blade work, let alone the graceful nuance of the sabre and the wranglers all have rabies. Cretinous Rodentia.
If you’re still here and unaffected by photophobia please enjoy the following non-badger centered composition. I suppose that means there could still be badgers at some point just not as a central theme. There are no badgers.
Badger.
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“Stairway to Leaven”, September 14, 2020.
Mounting a cosmic staircase
Cutting burdens asunder
The climb’s eternal embrace
Steeped in dread and wonder
Decreasingly weary pace
Emboldens full ascension
Swiftly transforming to race
Surging to new dimension
Interpreting realm’s design
Flickering before our eyes
Forward momentum resign
Sever last earthen ties
Beyond such trifling matters
Wretched misery and joys
Madness like flocks of hatters
Classic convivial ploy
Emptiness is surely strange
How it’s still very crowded
Naive to’ve expected change
From fate purposely shrouded
Phantom cake’s indeed a lie
All may have and still eat too
Apple of our very eye
So convinced of all we knew.
————————————————————————————————————————————————-A couple segments I enjoyed, climb’s vs. climes and steeped vs. steep, English is neat. THE English pale in comparison. As they are/ do to most things. It’s their climes, too much drizzle not enough sizzle. That’s not an expression but maybe should be. For the record, I’m both mostly English and unusually pale so don’t @ me, eh?
Fantastic, the badgers have discovered their sword play abilities, breaking through my crew’s rudimentary shield wall and I must therefore flee. Turns out the rabid make unreliable employees, live and learn. I thought the labour cost savings from no water breaks would add up more over time. Foiled again.
-Alex Blaikie
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Badger
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Badger
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I have also seen no badgers, although there are traces…
Your humour seems to have a irony of British proportion, I’m wondering who your major influences are? I smell Monty Python, but that’s my generation. Tell me who you admire and/or credit as an influencer to your funny bone. In addition to badgers, obv!
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What a complex question I’ll never be able to do justice. I’ll give / bunch credit to Faulty Towers though, that’s essentially MP:) John Cleese is a genius
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Thank you again. Are there no badgers in heaven?
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All badgers go to heaven!
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Badgers. Reminded me of a computer game we used to play at in the early 90’s at school where you had to try and help a badger escape a farm or some such similar location.
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