Thank you John Fox, Mr Chips and Rick F....y'all make me smile.
Pogophiles, dearest, darlin...........you are SOOOOOOOOOOO right...........my most vulnerable spot is my left great toe, still sore from kicking you in your buttinsky.
Lone Star................maybe we can write lyrics and make some moolah. Just change the words to the old Christmas chestnut "The Wassail Song" Betcha some of the other gals like chezk, Meowzart, aleswench, Route 11 and the other wenches.......errrrr ladies would enjoy singing this with us......
"Here we come a strumpeting
Among the Roadfood scene
Here we come a strumpeting
So fair to be seen!
Lust and food come to you
and to you, you strumpet,you!
And the Sterns bless you, and send you
A blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food.
We are not daily beggers
That beg from door to door,
But we are Roadfood harpies
Whom you have seen before!
Lust and food come to you
And to you, you, strumpet you!
And the Sterns bless you, and send you
A blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food
We have no master and no mistress,
As we dance beside the fire,
Pray think of us poor strumpets
Who wander in the mire.!
Lust and food come to you
And to you, you strumpet, you!
And the Sterns bless you, and send you
A Blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food.
We have a little purse
Made of furry skin;
We want some of your small change
To line it well within.!
Lust and food come to you
And to you , you strumpet, you!
And the Sterns bless you and send you
A Blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food
Bring us out a table
And spread it with a red checkered cloth
Bring us out some cheese whiz
And of your Wonder Bread loaf!
Lust and food come to you,
And to you, you strumpet, you!
And the Sterns bless you, and send you
A Blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food
God bless the master of this house,
Likewise the mistress too;
And all the little Roadfood posters
That round the forums go!
Lust and food come to you
And to you, you strumpet, you!
And the Sterns bless you, and send you
A blue plate full of food
And the Sterns send you a blue plate full of food.
Although with this one......another version of the wassail song, we wouldn't have to make many changes, just insert "Strumpeting" appropriately:
The Gloucestershire Wassail Lyrics
Christmas Carol Lyrics
Strumpets! Strumpets! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the strumpeting bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
God send our master a happy new year:
A happy new year as e'er he did see,
With my strumpeting bowl I drink to thee.
So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the strumpeting bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,
With my strumpeting bowl I drink to thee.
So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the strumpeting, we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
With the strumpeting bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
God send our master us never may fail
Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
And our jolly strumpet song it's then you shall hear.
Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.
Be here any strumpets? I suppose here be some;
Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
Sing hey O, strumpets! come trole back the pin,
And the fairest strumpet in the house let us all in.
Then here's to the strumpet in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly strumpets in."
Ok......maybe a lil' morphine still lingers on in my bloodstream
