h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I had a pretty green ball
I watched the smoke rise
I watched the ash fall
And now my sphere of green
Is all black and blue



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"may came home with a smooth round stone
As small as a world and as large as alone."

e. e. cummings.

Cunningly indefinite.
None of those girls seem to get a good deal as recall. Languid fingers and all that...

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life)

e.e. cummings

!!!

People who understand!

On this night I am usually in Lewes. But things don't always work out right...

So I'm here.

The Prayer of the Fifth

Remember, Remember,
The Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot;
I see No Reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fauwkes, Guy Fauwkes,
'Twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parliament;
Three score barrels of below
Poor old England to overthrow;
By God's provoidence he was catch'd
With a latern and burning match.
Halloa boys, holoa boys, make the bells ring.
Halloa boys, hallo aboys, God Save The King.

The Prayer of the Bonfire

A penny loaf to feed the Pope,
A farthing o'cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to rinse it down,
A faggot of sticks to burn him!
Burn him in tub of tar,
Burn him like a blazing star,
Burn his body from his head,
Then we'll say old Pope is dead!
Hip, hip hoo-r-r-ray

I remember these from last November.... you've come a long way since then....

Well those are traditional bonfire night poems...

Maybe I have, maybe I've not... I don't know right now.

Are you still here young Phredde?
How are you m'dear?

Yes...no...not sure really. Leaving but coming back. You can find me...somewhere...I don't know. I'll leave you a message.

I'm...confused. Trolls have been stalking me. I'll leave you a message or something. There's been trouble in RL and in my PS.

e.e.cummings...love the guys poetry. I like I am a little church. One of my favorites.

Sorry to hear you're being stalked, Phredde. I've just been lurking on your PS. It makes me so glad I'm not at school any more! I'd forgotten how bad it can get. If you decide to take 'A' levels, go to college: everyone's a lot more civilized there.

I've found Childline to be a big help: you don't have to be a kid; just under 18. They're really good on the old advice, even for non-life-or-death issues. 0800 1111.

Glad you like cummings! Looks like this thread has a plethora of cummings fans. I'd begun to think nobody took an interest in him any more.

Thanks snailrind, I will keep that in mind.

Yes, I noticed. About a week after it started though due limited access. Decided not to comment on sh!te as it would reignite things...