Skare, it frustrates me to be a part of your life... We must do something about this.
Hey Butler, go and fetch me my trousers. No, not those trousers they're my time travel trousers. No, not those - they're my polo trousers... Ahh yes... You've gone and fetched me my fighting trousers.
Dear Sir,
Regarding your recent foray
Into the forum business and the scene you portray,
See I don't normally approve of war games,
But "He's biting you" is what they all say
And by Harry, they might be right--
This is the forum scene, not an Elvis night!
Shelve this Professor impersonation,
Let it end now, it's impertinent waiting!
You seem a reasonable chap,
What you need to do is prose
But not parody chap hop
'Cause that's not proper, just not cricket!
Put away your ukulele or I'll tell where to stick it!
I - Don't like your tweed, sir!
Will - Teach you the professor's ready!
Not - Let's see who strikes the loudest!
Lose - Put on my fighting trousers!
I've got super friends and fans that play me
You've got a granddad's mustache and a ukulele
Don't look around sir, I'm speaking to you
Roll up your shirt sleeves, Queensberry rules
Never test professors with the cleverest wits
Let's settle this like gentlemen: armed with heavy sticks
On a rotating plate, with spikes like Flash Gordon
And you're Peter Duncan; I gave you fair warning
When this George Formby clone is performing
Audiences go home before he begins talking
A new career might be more rewarding
I'm a bright Brighton pier, you're rap's Piers Morgan
I - Don't like your tweed, sir!
Will - Teach you the professor's ready!
Not - Let's see who strikes the loudest!
Lose - Put on my fighting trousers!
I'm not seeing you at workshops with kids or poets
Dear sir, you're not worthy of this!
Sold out to Coca-Cola
Used for a trend
And that means you're banned
From using a pen
Hope it's safe to assume you won't do this again
Set foot on my page and get ruined again
Be out, Mr. B, I've set the egg timer
There's not room in town for two gentlemen rhymers
Leave town by the end of this text
Yours, et cetera, et cetera, sincerely, and so forth,
Professor DarkWoodGrainRingNinjaFlippingGiant.
Now please be compliant or we'll have to resort to blows
Oh?
I - Don't like your tweed, sir!
Will - Teach you the professor's ready!
Not - Let's see who strikes the loudest!
Lose - Put on my fighting trousers!
On a serious note, I have enjoyed conversing with you on this forum a lot man, you have always made great contributions to the community be it through the museum of souls or your pink gorilla jokes. Oh god, I'm creating patterns again, help me! But yeah - I am glad that you have reached that 6000 post milestone, you beat me in the race to chosen undead too haha. But anyway - good job man. I am currently ailed with gastroenteritis, so fun! We need to talk again some time buddy.
Anyway man
I tip my hat to you sir.
Natalia sends her love too. (We're both ill)