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    The Dither Chroniciles

    They say Dither was a quiet man.
    kept to himself in number 27
    the chippy people in Rotherham
    knew him as an old soul

    one of the true chip lovers
    Mrs Tickworth in number 42
    had had a thing for our Dither
    but she was a shy woman

    of conventional means
    but her mushy peas
    never failed to remind
    of the unrequited love

    and the true meaning of
    three nines added
    27 was the magic number
    and Dither was magic

    yet he knew it not
    and in truth cared even less
    repression of magic though
    can only carry on so far

    so it was that the Chronicles
    started later in life
    Pensioner magic has no denial too
    the buses have known this

    for years they just let them on
    no one ever guessing
    it takes pensioner magic
    to get a free ride

    here ends the story so far

    these truths and the greater deeds of Dither need to be told
    There are the stories of the lesser deeds of Dither
    and they find mention in the Deeds of Ditherless
    originally know as Dither-less but the hyphen was dropped
    last century in an effort to economise
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    Wasn't Dither Dagwood Bumstead's boss?

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    There are no cross dressing sandwiches in the Dither Chronicles
    Dithers genealogy could well appear in an appendix
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    Fresh ideas from the source
    If I ever find the courage to put myself in the company of others, say a BOOK-club and I'm merely using that as an example, jumble-sale, whatever, I'd love to immerse myself in something like that, and offer up some sort of essay with my own thoughts and perceptions thrown in.

    Im on it D

    My dream, my life.
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    GOFA,
    never in a million years could I ever think up something like that, it's brilliant. Not to mention vocabulary and Grammar, or rather, my lack of.

    I rest my case.
    If i post a comment on a "WIP", LOOK! I'm a reader that's all, and i can only tell how i feel, as a READER, giving/offering feedback. Hoping to learn and grow here. So please, tell me where i'm going wrong.

    Me? I'm just a fly on the wall.

    Look! I'm trying, okay?

    One can but dream, if only i had dared.

    "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong" Mahatma Gandhi.
    Alas, i am weak.

    I must find a way to Eastbourne and i so wish that i could dance.

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    Yes Im from the colonies
    we use remembered english
    not that contemporary American stuff
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    Chronicles Continued


    It was Tuesday they said
    That made our hero pout
    The Co-op his quest
    Though riddled with Doubt


    Should he, could he
    would he, or not
    42’s siren beckoned
    T’was a hero’s lot


    To the pavement he strode
    With nary a look
    Fair maidens to save
    Full chapter and book


    Never seeing her charms
    Spell ridden and blind
    His best work forgotten
    Which was so unkind


    Our hero would stride
    Slip in through her door
    Fulfil all her wants
    No memory nor score


    Then on to the Co-op
    A good deed done
    The witch with a memory
    But Dither had none


    She thought it true love
    His speed and grace
    He remembered nothing
    Not even her face


    Such was the spell
    Our hero so bound
    Excellent work
    With nary a sound


    So within this tale
    There be true love and sex
    Our hero no wiser
    Call it special effects


    So resume normal programming
    Our hero does quest
    To the Co-op for cider
    At his own behest


    Free now from enchantment
    Redemption glows bright
    The holy grail of cider
    Heralds from a blinking light


    Aisle 15 is close
    Our hero focused tight
    Tis here for the taking
    His age makes it right




    So chronicled this chapter
    Our Hero has had
    Sex and drugs only
    Two out of three is not bad


    To meatloaf the chorus
    A tune yet no sorrow
    Dithers quest is replete
    There’s cider tomorrow















    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    GOFA,
    how could I ever better that?
    If i post a comment on a "WIP", LOOK! I'm a reader that's all, and i can only tell how i feel, as a READER, giving/offering feedback. Hoping to learn and grow here. So please, tell me where i'm going wrong.

    Me? I'm just a fly on the wall.

    Look! I'm trying, okay?

    One can but dream, if only i had dared.

    "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong" Mahatma Gandhi.
    Alas, i am weak.

    I must find a way to Eastbourne and i so wish that i could dance.

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    Pffft once, then twice,
    and yes some more
    The scared cider
    twas through the door


    Each cup dearly held,
    upon noble chest
    Sup up lad
    Here’s to your best


    Righteous was the labour,
    Four score and ten
    The distance travelled
    There and back again


    And to our hero
    The spoils of war
    On the mantle await
    Should he want more


    But troubling visions
    Cloud our hero’s view
    Unrighteous thoughts
    From her at number Forty-two


    Alas poor Dither
    He recognised not
    It was him in the visions
    As he had forgot


    Get behind me Satan
    Was our hero’s cry
    Damed if the vision didn’t
    With “Oh yes” her reply


    Our hero troubled
    beyond belief
    The vision now vanished
    To his great relief


    So our good hero
    Purposed once more
    To quest for righteousness
    To forty-fours door


    Oh harsh luck it be
    Oh damned by the rub
    For next by Forty-Two
    Twas the local book club


    Oh den of dark arts
    Where mighty have fallen
    Our heros new focus
    For next Tuesday morning
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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    The ballad of Dither’s Quest


    All day Dithers rests
    Preparing for his quest
    Drinking cider
    Cool cool Cider


    Dither sought the Grail
    And all upon this trail
    Seeking forty-two
    Oh he has too

    Cause of cider
    Cool cool cider


    Our hero searches wide
    No seeker can abide
    The ciders holy fuzz
    Lost because he does

    Its the cider
    Cool cool cider


    But her at forty two
    Oh she remembers true
    And has cider
    Cool cool cider


    Oh she beckons here
    Dither’s foot upon her stair
    Leading its not fair

    But its cider
    Cool cool cider

    cool cool cider
    Even inside her

    The spell by which he’s bound
    That ever pleasant sound
    Speaks of cider
    Cool cool cider

    Oh he must abide her

    They talk of Dithers plight
    In hushed tones late at night
    All drinking cider
    Cool cool cider

    Since the night before crusade
    No sighting ever has been made
    Our hero
    He be zero

    But once upon a year
    True poets say they hear
    The Sacred pfft
    A Ring-tabs lift

    Of cider
    Cool cool cider


    It comes from forty two
    The bookclub sometimes too
    Telling of cider
    Cool cool cider


    And so our hero’s tale
    Moves now beyond the vale
    Lost in cider
    Lost inside her


    There is no better way
    For a hero’s end they say
    Than with cider
    Cool cool cider


    Oh darling forty two
    Did he marry you
    His still heart says its true
    Cider Thanking you

    Cool cool cider
    cool cool cider

    cool cooling
    now beside her





















    Last edited by Gofa; January 21st, 2020 at 10:33 AM.
    We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls. Jonas Mekas

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