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All good things come to an end
A concept I can't comprehend!
the alpha to omega
(a new game from Sega)
Or just heritage versus a trend?

I haven't checked in for a while

It's been a long while can't you tell,
but we hope that you're all doing well!
Well, my bike seat's too hard
Can't ride more than a yard!

Rog's wishing himself birthday botmas
And perhaps a wee dram in a shot glass 

I'm watching Steven Wilson tonight
With a band that is ever so tight
Our Blunders on drums
with rat-a-tat-tums
And John Shuttleworth's Pigeons In Flight*

It's nearly the middle of May



*not really - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXp455mQ4xE

There's some good looking gigs coming up,
Said Steve Hackett, getting ready to sup
Space Rocks is quite soon,
TA's over the Moon!
Let's dust off the special gig cup!

Did Giggingforever stop gigging?

Good luck with that! (Worry Dolls)
Whilst the shoppers all roamed through the malls

We seem to have been a bit tardy
So in 2018 let's be hardy!

It's been 84 days since this post
And a while since I logged in
Thanks to Firefox Quantum for breaking my RSS reader
I am not attempting to finish my previous contribution
But in the hope of reviving this
Can I just say that a craft in which you might cross a body of water
Might be of use here

It's normally me for my coat
Made from wool & fur of a stoat
It's just a bit scratchy
And the elbows are patchy

"There's more to this than it would seem"
Said the man with a Black Light Machine

Da DUM da da DUM da da DUM
Said the bassist, while shaking his bum
Is that from frost* 4
Let me show you the door

More Frosties are adding new lines
Mine's vines, wines and fines!
"But your line is too short"
Was JimD's retort
Henceforth we've these Lim'rick guidelines - http://www.gigglepoetry.com/poetryclassdetail.aspx?LessonPlanID=2

Da DUM da da DUM da da DUM 

More Frosties are adding new lines
Mine's vines, wines and fines!
But your line is too short

That was getting rather close to the bone
With suggestion that I'd never condone
A smutty remark
and no place to park
Like a trip deep into the unknown

With a-one-and-a-two-and-a-three,

Whilst rolling around on the floor
The bishop looked up at the whore
He asked "Am I dead"?
In a voice filled with dread