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Down in the Shires something stirred, the strangest accent ever heard,
Enquired boldly about a tale, concerning some odd Knightly male.
Confused. Does this voice dare to teach, when Chaucer's name is so in breach,
Of custom, manner, and tradition? Why, this surely smacks of foul sedition.

What can one say about this dammed traitor, except justice will serve, but later.
When clouds of Winter's Tale have faded, and once more in summer rain we wadeth.
Then at some glorious English field, where brave men cry "I'll never yield".
In gay panoply of Morgan action, a challenge issued will give satisfaction.

No more confusion our mission is set aright, no Venice Merchant or Midsummer night.
But stout Will's tale of lust and betrayal, should be our endeavours sole portrayal.
Further diversion from truth of Winters Tale, could land the culprit in Newgate jail.
Thus transgressors incarcerated, with whip and scourge may be berated.

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Bob.............. written Welsh.. is easier to understand ( and thats impossible)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The Morgan was parked in the garage with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;


To be continued

Scene 2 Act 1.

Characters,

Prince John. Minor nobleman from the West Country. Of little consequence to the plot.
Jack the Bell Dinger; Jester and itinerant pedlar of cart parts.
Lady Mary of Linseed, guardian of the historic writs of Malvernia.
King Toliver, ruler of an obscure kingdom somewhere 'oop North,
Master Peterkin keeper of protocol for The Peasants of Shefleas.
Queen Katy Mother of the Princeling Jammy Fingers.
John the Barbour, Manservant to Lady Mary.
Bulldog; Mythical beast guarding the Gates of Hades.

In the Kingdom of Malvernia, horses were more important than gold or treasure, the man with the most horses dominated the lists. The Upper Classes always had more horses than the Middle and Lower Classes, thus when ever they met in mortal combat it was the big Veeate equines away ran from the lesser endowed, Forfors, even invited strangers were inevitably left to squabble with the Lower Classes.

Despite this palpably unfair situation, many of the squires and landed gentry continued to compete in the many tournaments held throughout the Kingdom, and in the Year of Our Lord 1013 a certain farm boy Fil of Tisnaught by many a cunning plot secured the much prized title of Champion, even though his steed was lacking in the power of horses compared with Le Planter, Mat of Whiring or Godly Phillip of Stoneage.

...................... to be continued ....................... ??????

Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Or anybody else for that matter!

Bob Bull wrote:Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?

He's off with his other 'ALF

He's off with his other 'ALF

Could you ask him and Alf to help with this sporadic seasonal offering as other wise the cast will pack their bags and head for sunnier climes.

Clearly Mary, by launching a Shakespearian drama, we have discovered that the majority of Morgan drivers have little to offer above a pantomime level of intellect. We must lower our sights to something more basic I fear if we wish to attract contributions to our seasonal entertainment.

Should we start afresh with something like "SpongeBob Squarepants", or "Bob The Builder" for instance? Perhaps the older members might remember the Famous Five, Noddy and The Elves, Larry The Lamb, or Sooty.

I await your advices.

sooty!!!!
not forgetting Andy Pandy, The flower Pot Men (blobadob) Muffin the Mule
Is that alf your cast list?

peter rafter wrote:sooty!!!!
not forgetting Andy Pandy, The flower Pot Men (blobadob) Muffin the Mule
Is that alf your cast list?

See Mary? I was right.

Mr.Rafter seems only to be making an enquiry rather than a contribution.
I fear our band of merry players has been let down by the apathy of the actors. [-X

O woe is me!
Gracious Sir Bob and Blessed Lady Mary -- how can we lighten thy despondency?
How did this discourse plumb the depths of despair and futility?
As you first embarked on your noble venture, eschewing the commercial modernist seasonal shallow themes (pap), you sally forth into that rarefied ether and light a beacon in the latent hearts of those lovers of literature .

You rock the universe with a radical theme.

Shakespeare!
A Winters Tale.
Wondrous!

I was fully seized.

I explained the plot ( see page 1)

I even posted a putative contribution courtesy of Christopher Marlowe, scholar, playwright (Tamburlaine), poet (Helen= “was this the face that launched a thousand ships) innovator (blank verse) spy, counterfeiter, erstwhile heretic and yet a catholic? prisoner and mentor to his profligate contemporary William Shakespeare.

“ Well met Wiil.
Went the day well?….( sse page 1)

At this point here appears to have been an intervention of malaware from some distant planet (Looney tunes?)

Is all lost? Lies redemption beyond reach?
Some may dispute the diversionary tactic of that master of the vernacular Geoffrey Chaucer. (But this is rich hunting ground for future forays)

In the last analysis is this just a mess of potage (something immediately attractive but of little value taken foolishly and carelessly in exchange for something more distant and perhaps less tangible but immensely more valuable)

Recent submissions leave little hope for all mankind

Sadly

St. Estephe 2005

Sounds like a Job for...... INTERNATIONAL RESCUE

Starring Bob as BRAINS.. (that,ll be good for the first Laugh)

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I really did try to think of a suitable contribution...but then packed my bags to sunnier climes.

Seasons greetings to all yeeee!

Robin (currently in the Middle East)

Robin, how refreshing to have a contribution from a new actor!

Clearly being in the Middle East has not prevented you from posting on this erudite forum - perhaps you could entertain us with a Tale from the Arabian Nights?

Jack - we know you're lurking out there somewhere - what is the news from Tracy Island?