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My Hair is On!

My Hair is On, Kanga! I haven't lost it! I must confess, however, that my sense of humor did get lost in the shuffle with this thread. It is probably a good thing that I don't understand a good half of what you are saying! Like whingein' galah! But since the rest of you seem to be having a good time, I will ask your pardon and withdraw. Sorry to interrupt....

Kathy

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Kathy,

Unfortunately I also caught your earlier post before you amended it and I was going to respond by referring you to my "Discretion" thread of some time ago - but I see now that there's no need.

It might also be fun to remember what happened when Helen asked for "no more rolly-polly guys" ...

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Once Again, Begging Pardon

As I said before, I apologize and withdraw, since some here are still having fun. Enjoy.....

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Okay, YoungAtHeart, thanks for the permission to continue and enjoy.

Oi, Tawn, how's the weather at your neck of the pond? Bloody freezin' here mate!

No doubt, Helen will be basking in the Canadian sunshine with her Margaret Atwood book at her side!

And howdy doo to everyone else!

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YoungAtHeart - just acknowledging your ez message. For God's sake woman! Grow Up!

If you feel the need to speak to someone like that well, I suggest ye take yer whip an bugger off and away and bother someone else.

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Let's just stop now it, okay?

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Re: Back on a lighter note.

Lilypad 3a,
Artesian Waters. Au.

18th July, 2006

Dear Beastie,

Thanks heaps for the beaut invite to your do. You know what a fang-merchant I am! I love a good nosh. I'll be there with bells on - been looking for an excuse to buy a new pair of bathers. What can I bring? A damper, a pavlova, plate of Anzacs, maybe some sushi?

Things here are pretty good but last week Buster, the bitzer, did a beserker and bit the postie. I stood on some bindi-eyes and had a bingle in the ute. At least there are no blowies at the moment!

Had a telegram from Kanga (I call him my Macropus Giganteus for short) - he's humping his bluey somewhere up the back of Whoop-whoop. Now as you know, he's not one to big-note himself but he's been busy as a one-armed bill-poster in a high wind! He's really raking in the Oxfords. He's been batching for a while so he'll really look forward to your bun-fight.

Well, better go and strike a blow - can't sit here bludging all day. I'm off to bot a fag.

Love,
Tawny

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Kate n Tawn yer bloody masters in yer own right!

The Kanga has lost his mojo for now.

Hope your having a great day ladies!

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Glad to see the humor and banter back again...it keeps me grinning. Thanks.

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Butter braised beaver with a fresh sprig of sage?
Come catch me first - with a trap and a cage.
I'll hide in the pines, behind the great moose.
I'll confuse you with wit til your brain cells are loose.

For I am The Beaver - the creature of lore.
The target of fur trappers and their greed for more.
I lasted for years (the market was fickle)
and am cast in a coin, the Canadian nickle.

Though you may be lusting my meat and my taste.
To kill me? To eat me? A terrible waste.
I propose a truce - a meeting of minds.
We'll have a Double Double, then chew on the grinds.

I suggest a fare more suited to the North.
A Canadian Goose - this I draw forth.
An unpopular bird. It swarms o'er the ground.
And leaves droppings that smell and turn your feet brown.

I shall serve you a goose roasted so fine.
With juniper berries, rosemary and thyme.
A clove of garlic, lemon balm and spearmint.
Of Canadian Cuisine, it would give you a hint.

The Beaver will host. I am in control now.
I seek my revenge and have figured out how.
For I am the cook, the server of grog.
Goose for the guests - and "Old Boiler" for the Frog.

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O Helen,

We Are Not Worthy!

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The sacrificial goose!

I do agree so, that the Beaver is sacred,
A whole nations heritage musn?t be baked,
But geese we have many, machines made for pooping,
Befouling our beaches, we?re raking, we?re scooping.

The host shall be Helen, the master at hand,
May I be a Sou-chef for this special event.
The goose I?d be plucking and stuffing the game,
With herbaceous greens with long latin names.

We?d glaze that goose plenty with the juice of an orange,
Just crispy we want it, not a sign of a singe,
Then we serve the old pooper on a bed of wild rice,
That we got from our Natives at an outrages price.


Fiddleheads are a?steaming, in a pot at the rear,
T?is a truly Canadian spring time fare,
Don?t forget the chutney of cranberries tart,
The flavors are blending, they all to their part.

You all come on in and sit yourselfs down,
Just come as you are, you don?t need a gown.
There are boiled taters, French Fries or Pomme Frit,
Help that frog up the bench, serve yourself and just sit.

It will be delicious and we?ll wash it all down,
With plenty of goose wine, it?s ok, don?t you frown,
Let me pour you a glass, please don?t tell me no,
I fetched it myself from the Brook down below.

Feasts are for laughter for friends and for kin.
Let?s raise our glasses, enjoy and dig in.
If we share that old pooper, we will never forget,
He?s an avian nuisance, you can?t keep as a pet.

Done is the bird and the gnawing of bones,
The Roo ate too much, we can tell by her moanes,
Wild leeks in the bird played a flavorfull part,
But you?ll bloat and burp and then forcefully fart.

We still have a problem in this fair land of ice,
We ate only one, they?re numerous as mice,
There must be a way to get rid of the poopers,
get the peace keeping forces, bring on the troopers.

We are so blessed, we do have so many,
While others have nada, not nothing, not any,
Hercules airplanes take off with a thunder,
I found the solution ? we?ll send them down under.
Lori

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You beauty!

The Kanga once stood, forlorn and dazed
confused, concerned that he had gone crazed
Where was me little mate, me pal, me feller?
I asked RJ, I had to tell her
A bloke's not a bloke without his id
It was like cuttin' of his tail
or not bein able to pee.
But the bonza sheila, she did not tarry
and made the poor Kanga as happy as Larry.

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Do Male Marsupials Have Pouches?

Kate, TheKanga told us what he is looking at!!! He has found his mojo and want to share his joy with all of us! All is now well in the land of poetry, wit, fine cuisine, and madness, now that Kanga has his mojo back! May the preparations go forward and the games resume! Helen will be glad that there are no rolly polly smiley guys, at least for now!

Kathy

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The trouble with Poets is ... they're so bloody wordy!

Talk, talk, talk - that's all they ever do.

I, on the other hand, have chosen to celebrate the meeting of our two great nations via another, far more intense, art form. I have commited to canvas an image so astounding - I'm certain you'll be speechless. I have created a large, ambitious work which pays homage not only to our two great lands but to all my fellow Old Masters.

The work is still drying, so please don't touch. I shall walk you through it. As you can see, it is a landscape with portraits and still life in mixed media. In the background we see The Blue Mountains leading into Horseshoe Falls. The Sydney Opera House nestles quietly here on the left. On the plateau below are Mounties and Troopers One, Two and Three enjoying a game of polo. I have executed this background in the style of Constable, even adding, note, The Haywain. It constitutes the main oil section, with heavy copal varnishs overlays.

The portrait work is represented in alternative and unexpected colour scapes. Naturally, I have painted myself in the style of Klimt, the master of sensual. You will note The Kanga, here leaning on a railing fence, one foot on the lower rung, smoking his smoke. Burnt umber, yellow ochre and a touch of alizarin crimson make the work undoubtedly a great Russell Drysdale classic. In guache, we see a woman in a long white gown. Recognise her? Of course it's Helen of Troy! Helen of Banfff just didn't fffit. On the other side, below the table, we see a beautiful reclining figure with a large bird draped across her torso. I opted for judicious use of acrylics - you may be reminded of Leda and the Swan but no - it is actually Lori and the Goose.

The Dream is represented in ethereal water-colour, floating, weaving her magic - very , very Egon Schiele, don't you think?. The Beast presented a major challenge. To capture the ferocity of my subject I added textural highlights by incorporating dog hairs and other fibrous matter but softened the image by overlaying a scumbled floral apron and a silly grin. Gustave Dore may come to mind.

As your eye travels through this fine, fine work, you'll see bears of the grizzly and koala variety, you'll salivate at the fine still life offerings of cheeses and fruits, meats and breads - pay particular attention to the beautifully painted cast-iron dish containing old boilers - a joyous, Baccanalian feast indeed.

Take a while to enjoy my work. I know one should not boast. But don't you get just a hint of Bruegel?

Tawny