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

A clear out - old papers all given the sack
and there on the carpet from times gone black,
lies a poem for ‘Y’ – it transported me there
right back to the building of the port in the air.

As I sat there spellbound, the blackness dissolved
and I could see clearly just who was involved.
But a question remained – how could such a verse,
have been forgotten completely, or something much worse?

So an investigation aided by Larry no less
found a line from the poem and the hootoo address.
A piscean wordsmith, grand master, old trout,
claimed the copyright of ‘Y’- that plagiarist lout!

Unless, perhaps, quite possibly, might,
the author be him, that shed a new light.
So a look through the archives told me all was quite well
there’s a good number there, and the Doc, Annabel.

So there you have it, Toffee the sleuth.
And often I consider, to tell you the truth,
how Dads son is doing, and his kith, and his kin.
And in case you were wondering, 'Y' is not yet in the bin!

Toffee 4/4/08

Annabel, she's a girl,
The sort I like to meet.
A spunky lass, and such a gas,
She really is a treat...

A858891

Forgot about that one.

Ah the Tiger - excellent!

..got any by Josh? I can neither remember, or find any.

Hang on,
still looking.

Chloe Chloe
Ashcroft and flashes
Bordeaux and Pinot
And sumptuous eyelashes

My right arm is still OK.

Still be careful
when laying on it
to make it go numb

Which reminds me -

I once met a lady
nursing - her game,
she said I sat on my hand,
then caressed till I... (was tired).

- she claimed a numb hand feels like someone else's!!

Anyway found anything from Josh yet? You had them all in your book.