Thursday 1 May 2014

Sorry I'm late for the A to Z. . .(A is for Aliens)



Well I am back writing my diary after my blogging adventure of writing nonsense poetry about Aardvarks, which has been described as similar that that of Vogon Poetry, well that is not very nice is it.  Although interestingly enough the mention of the Vogons brings us to some real life events of which you do not know, you see late in the evening well after midnight there have been lights in the woods.  No not little twinkly lights like fairy lights or torches but big lights sort of light up half a forest sort of lights. We have been speculating what these lights might be, Mr Jones of course says it is alien spacecraft maybe even the mothership (you never get father ships). Now folk have laughed at this and say he is a nutter,  but he has a good point because it is clearly not Zombies because one thing I do know about Zombies is the are not keen on bright lights certainly not ones that will fry half a million moths at a time, because Zombies are light sensitive.  Folk have suggested other hypnosis’s as to why; but to tell the truth they are exceedingly boring and Steven Spielberg is hardly likely to make a boring film (AH hang on he was conned by those sneaky horses).  No he needs a high action block buster about an eccentric in cyberspace to get him back on track and to boost the flagging street cred . . . .  its not his fault, we all get old and lose our way.

AH YES lose our way that reminds me, only a short while ago two small children (OK they were teenagers . . . but not COOL ones) walked up our drive way and asked if I knew where they were as they were lost.  As it happened I did know where I was because I was at home; it appears they were heading to a camp site, but were not sure which one or what is was called. Having given the situation much thought I sent them on there way to what is probably  the right place as they knew they had to cross a mine field (sorry I mean field) and past the old mine where the dragons live (OK they are small invisible dragons. . . honest). Anyway that is about it for tonight. If I remember what else has happened I will tell you (and me) about it before I forget again.


What’s that Skippy some small teenage walkers have fallen down the mine shaft and been eaten by aliens . . . . . HAH HAHAHH AH Haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h a hah ah ah aha ha ha hahha haha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ha . . . . . . . . . . I'm sure that Skippy pushes folk into mine shafts…. I cant blame him. 

20 comments:

  1. Oh no, your poetry is infinitely better than Vogon poetry.

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    1. When you say better do you mean it works faster . . . . . . . . .HA HAH HA HAH HA HAH AH HA HA HAH AH HA HA HAH AH HA HAH AH ha ha ha hahahahaha ha

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  2. Just sneaking on to say how much I enjoyed your A-Z Aardvark poetry and congrats for seeing it through to the end... as always.

    Right, sneaking back off to have some hot chocolate. (seeing as I'm weaning myself off the crack thanks to you)

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    1. Yes stick with Hot Chocolate Miss Lily, the world is a brighter and slightly madder place without the use of dodgy substances, they do no one any good. Except make a scary man with gold teeth a lot of money.

      And if the Lil Man is going to take over the world you will need to keep your wits about you. . . . . . Get that blog of yours up and running soon (and not too rude even if it does seem to attract loads of followers) . . . . . Why goes that happen . . . .

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    2. Too late about the rudeness Mr Z. But the first post 'Diary of a chicken lover,' should be quite tame...sort of...

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    3. I will keep my eyes closed again Miss Lily

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  3. Mr. R.,

    I think I'm stuck in "Groundblog Day." I think I'm stuck in "Groundblog Day." I think I'm stuck in "Groundblog Day." I think I'm stuck in "Groundblog Day."

    Nice to see your diary returns after doing the imaginary alphabet challenge. Nice to see your diary returns after doing the imaginary alphabet challenge.

    All the best,

    Gary :)

    All the best,

    Gary :)

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    1. Damn I just killed my comment I will go away for a while and return later

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    2. I am back Mr G but I will go away fro a while and return later

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    3. I am back Mr G but I will go away fro a while and return later

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    4. What's that Skippy my spelling is ********

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  4. Just think how big a grandmother ship would be.

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    1. Grandfather clocks are really big, so I think its a good point.

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    2. Think how smaLL a grandfather would have to be to play a grand piano on a grandmother ship.

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    3. We are all small in the Grand scheme of things, so someone once said. . . . . . I am not sure that is the best way to cheer folk up.

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  5. So was a Skippy an invisible dragon, or what? If he is a what, what is a what?

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    1. What's that Skippy that Mr Flip is not a nice man and you think he needs to watch more cheap Aussie kids programmes from the 1960's . . . . .

      I am sure he is a nice man really.

      OK skippy we dont need the rude gesture its not nice.

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  6. ah Skippy - like a security blanket! Just finding your blog as I wander around after the A to Z. I think I need some of your loony soup in my day :)
    Fil
    Fil's Place - Old Songs and Memories

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  7. Gosh is it the middle of May already! And I missed you going off the deep end doing this A to Z stuff. Are you going to do an A to Z all month every month? That's cool. Why not?

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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    1. Ooooooo sorry Mr B missed your comment. Thats annoying

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