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Today, our honoured guests from the island of Gnob-Gnob continued their tour of Bonga-Bonga with a leisurely stroll through the back garden of sweetlittleoldgranny........
Hippolytus entertained us all with an alfresco woogie-boogie on his portable piano, while unclebluebottle made a notable contribution with his impromptu buzzzing.......Berenice and Mandy made up the rest of the party, while granny flew by overhead and landed in a tree......as usual......she has now decided to spend the night there...........

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cakes1947

I finally made it here. I'm sure the GG's enjoyed SLOG's wonderful castle and garden. Thanks Lela!! :)))))
(time, 1:43)

Elfie

This is interesting Mr. Freud would be happy!!

lelabugosi

Hee-Hee!.......
Mr.Le-Pinky..........I had a grammar, a grampar, and a great-grampar.........They now reside above....below.......outside......inside........somewhere/nowhere else........However it may be, you have me confuddled, conplexed and perfused - If your grandfather was your dad, did that make your father.....you??!.................(pip pip!).......

juneshone

raaatherrr pip pip!

patsquire

I never had a grammar, and I only had one grandfather, maternal, and we all called him Dad. (Clarence Marsh.)

In seventh grade the smartest girl in school referred to a certain word as an "adjective" and I was SO jealous that she KNEW that, and I wondered ???where??? she learned it! In eighth grade English we were taught the parts of speech and all the grammar rules, and parsing (which we called diagramming) and it was a REVELATION and I was SO HAPPY that for the first time I became the best student in the class! I could even recite the 42* prepositions in the English language in alphabetical order!

Finally learning=excitement!

*Is it 42 or 43? Not sure any more. Terry-Thomas would have felt right at home in Bugosiland, wouldn't he?

twoclubs

Dowser in the hedgerow? Oh my the streams of tadpole wine must flow like the river Styx. Would Rhadamanthus be guarding the water ways? I would be ware and beware as it were for the worldly underworld is wretched and [dropped w] skeereeeeeee.

david06520

silly of one don't you know

rather

[[spoken in the voice of Lt. Col. J. Algernon Hawthorne from It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World]]

lelabugosi

They are above ground............

david06520

But where are the breeding sites for the Above-ground Tadpoles?

lelabugosi

I imagine that would be a dowser, checking for subterranean streams that would serve as underground tadpole breeding sites.....Bonga-Bonga is full of them.......dowsers that is..........

Elfie

A STRANGER???

twoclubs

Oh I am at a loss for words once again. Did anyone find them? And who is that tall clown outside the hedgerow? Do they allow tourists at Sweetgranny's?

lelabugosi

(Hee-Hee!).......

gemstone

Is that sweetlittleoldgrammar you're worrying about, juneeeee?

juneshone

oh I am getting to be slow, it's all this worrying about grammar

Elfie

I think that was what gemmee meant, Junee, I think Bent whatever he likes it or not have become very well known, and indeed I think it's fair!! He's the man behind the woman!!

juneshone

Gemmee I had to laugh when you said Hanne had a creative bent, she has two. her husband Bent creates puzzles for jigidi

Elfie

Thanks so much for soothing my spirit patsquire, and Varda, I wish you a bright and wonderful morning with lots of sun, beautiful flowers and sweet smells!!

lelabugosi

(Basically because I can't reach it)...................

lelabugosi

Well, I for one shall not be standing before the blackboard, writing, or maybe, possibly, probably, chalking (500 times) the immortal words:-
poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate,poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate, poets laureate.........etcetera, etceteraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.................

juneshone

in the end does it really matter? Surely speech = communication and all started off as a series of shrugs and ugs. This is Bugosiland where everything is aimed at fun for the lotus eaters. Luckily for me my Editor wouldn't know a misplaced 's' if it jumped up and bit him.

patsquire

YIKES! Sorry, mother tongue. Stead it is, stead is what I meant, steady as she goes.

A couple of years after I moved to the south my daughter, a chemical engineer from MIT and School of Mines was visiting. We went out to meet my neighbor and run some errands. When we got back I said, "You know, that grammatical error I made with my neighbor was on purpose." She replied, "Dad, you made three grammatical errors." YIKES!

gemstone

It loooks licke the meds have did they're jobbe, davey-many-numbers! Welcome home!

Perhaps the squire is simply referring to the fact that in reality he is a very staid individual. (guffaw, guffaw!!!)

david06520

Eeee-hee-hee: stead - stood in good stead - a stead is the place where you have stood and stayed staid. It's another idiosyncrasy. PSquiddy you has been in 'Bama too long if you cain't tell yore haid from your head!

Latin got stuck full of idiosyncrasies so many centuries ago, stealing from Etruscan and Greek and African sources, that we barely recognize them, but they are there. And Japanese preserves multiple layers of frozen pronunciation / meaning over several centuries of "borrowing" from Chinese and Korean culture. With English, these three are the main culprits whose fingerprints are all over their history of linguistic theft.

Thief! Baggins! We hates it forever! JK LOLz

patsquire

I've heard and read that English is beset with rampant idiosyncrasies, peculiar and unique spellings and constructions, more than other modern languages. Perhaps that's because we gathered them in from other languages, as if to say, hey, it's our specialty!

I thank my lucky stars that Philosophy got too hard, and I changed my major to Liberal Arts. A well rounded education has stood me in good staid for all these many years.

Plumpossum

:-)

david06520

No offense taken or meant! I just find it one of those funny little things in the language. Of course you are correct about the proper "forms plural." (^_^)

I hope you will have a better tomorrow tomorrow, Plumpy!

Plumpossum

Oh, my, have I started a tempest in a Bonga pot? My comment reflected mostly a need to vent after a whole series of minor frustrations and injuries this morning; the misplaced "s" was just the trigger. No offense intended, and my apologies if I offended.
Thank you, P-Skewed, for the moral support of your deathless poetry.

david06520

But that's the thing. It isn't a peculiarity of our language! Except inasmuch as English is so very, very fond of borrowing from other languages. All of the terms likely to cause offense under this rubric (poet laureate, attorney general, mother-in-law, commander-in-chief) are borrowed language, mostly from medieval French, which explains the placement of the modifier after the modified. Whence the pluralization difficulty. Ipso. Facto. Q. E. D. Also, as well, in addition.

lelabugosi

Tsk.....tsk........

patsquire

Worry not, fair Hanne. Our poetry is safe.

It is only our grammar that plummy is addressing. She is chastising us, quite properly, for a transgression of making certain terms plural in the wrong way. It is one of those peculiarities or idioms which every language has, but which only native speakers are likely to detect.

Plumpossum, plumpossum,
show us the way.
Teach us correctly,
to mean what we say.
An "s" in the right place,
Can be a delight.
An "s" in the wrong place,
Oh my! What a fright.

Elfie

Indeed I have gemmee, and I appreciate it - but I do appreciate and enjoy very much the examples we have here!! I have an idea that you do too!!

gemstone

You do have a creative "bent" to you, don't you, Elfie? :)))

Elfie

Can't we just make poems as we like to now?? Will they be censured and thrown away like rubbish - what they without any doubt are - but still funny to make? - and read? Sorry, if my taste isn't fine enough - didn't want to offend anybody!! - but anyway??

ThomasCat

Alas, Lela, I came to the party too late.

grannygoatlady

Ah, PP, of course you are correct....mea culpa, mea culpa....another example of setting fingers in motion while leaving brain in neutral..................

juneshone

there is, as far as I know, only one Poet Laureate and she hasn't visited us yet

Plumpossum

Please consign all your poet laureates to the trash heap that also contains attorney generals and other such grotesqueries, and replace them with poets laureate. And before you heap scorn upon me, please consider that I have a chronic case of foot-in-mouth disease that resists all attempts at a cure.

lelabugosi

Tom-Minus.........If you care to look back on our old puzzles (page 23), you will witness our own Olympics, i.e.the famous B.B.Games.......here are a couple of snippets......
http://www.jigidi.com/created.php?id=M73S169Z
http://www.jigidi.com/created.php?id=XIDYGAMU

ThomasCat

Everyone in Bonga-Bongaland seems so energetic and athletic (especially SLOG) that I am sure we will see a wonderful contingent of them at the next summer Olympics....I have never yet seen a drop of snow so the winter Olympics are out. And thinking ahead to the presentation of medals can you just imagine how heart-thumping it will be when everyone sings that marvellous national anthem and they hang the gold medal around Mandy's neck!!!!! We will just have to hope mightily that it doesn't get caught (or lost) in her beard.

Elfie

Aren't you GOOD gerdje!!! Fabulous!!!

Mister Dave produce a lot
most of them is cook'd to hot
half of them I understand
that's my life in Bongaland

Elfie

Indeed there were no Danes there - they always think about food!!

lelabugosi

Yes, everyone was enjoying themselves so much with the music and poetry, that food wasn't even thought about......however, as dancing-pecan has pointedly pointed out. Hippolytus has gone in search of bananas........That boy is a protege of Hippolytus, and he seems to be getting the hang of playing simple tunes.......
Hanne....no fighting lately.....but we are always prepared......
Tatty.......Your disguise is amazing.......

Tatinha

It was what that unemployed boy told me years ago, David. I should have taken the risk.

jignut

Speaking of music, the piano has been taken over by a 5 year boy. Hippolytus has wandered off in search of bananas. Enjoy! http://www.flixxy.com/tsung-tsung-5-year-old-piano-prodigy.htm

david06520

Music be the food of loves

Tatinha

'm really amazed by the music, by the poets, by the inspired bravery of Bonga Bonga National anthem and by flying granny hospitality....Are they going to eat anything? I've been looking to this puzzle since yesterday and even a mouldy bread haven't been served!

Surreal_Heidi

Bonga-Bonga is awash with Poet Laureates? Quick, someone grab a mop!!!

Elfie

Fight?? - are there any problems?? Which weapons are we supposed to bring???

lelabugosi

The beauties of Bonga-Bonga (and I do not speak solely of myself and uncle Adonis), have seemingly inspired the muses, and Bonga-Bonga is awash with poetic poesy and lilting limericks....not to mention the odd picturesque turn of phrase...........I therefore think this a fitting time to recall the sublime and moving words of our national anthem........
"We are healthy, we are stronger,
we will stay inside no longer.......
We will sing our little song-a,
we will fight for Bonga-Bonga"................................bzzzzzzzzzz.................

grannygoatlady

I am astounded, astonished, amazed...not to mention stunned, surprised, speechless, and flabbergasted.....Bonga-Bonga is awash with Poet Laureates...
What other wonders, one must wonder, is there at which to wonder (I never end a sentence with a preposition or a proposition)......

monza006

Such an idyllic scene

juneshone

OK with please

Elfie

Junee how would you like to put a "please" after "yourself" then the rythm is perfect?!!

juneshone

Oh David poor friend in the D.O.L.L.s House
don't creep on the floor like a house mouse
Keep singing your song
It's never too long
enjoy yourself, have a good grouse

Hanne won with the best limerick for sticking to the rules

david06520

Fire! Fire!
.......
Fire!
.......
Cat ? ?

lelabugosi

Yes, most of the Bugosi FBI (Fire Brigade Incident) reports feature sweetlittleoldgranny as the culprit......

patsquire

Aha! The young fireman ploy. Resourceful as ever, granny!

sweetlittleoldgranny

Hellooee everybodeee!
I'm only responsible for getting stuck in a tree.......luckily, little Berenice has buzzed up here with my lappytoppy, so I'll just spend the night here, and tomorrow a young fireman can help me down.......

Elfie

I guess it was those who left the castle, gemmeee - but I'm not quite sure!!

gemstone

And just who is responsible???

patsquire

Ahh, a deep subject.

lelabugosi

In that case......or valise......all is well........or all is a pot-hole........

david06520

Response to the responsible_____

The poetry was written on behalfs of them what stayed
within the Castle within
Howsome ever them what stayed
without the Castle without
may be full of merriments...

david06520

*eeeeeek* the unspeakable is spoken
*eeeeeek* the silence is broken
*eeeeeek* mr squire
has set us afire
with p**********s th' inimitable token

patsquire

What?

Am I in limerick heaven???!!!???

Phonic Overtones, My Ears Gloriously Reverberating At Nearly All Thematic Extremes............

Elfie

Oh David poor friend in the D.O.L.L.s House
don't creep on the floor like a house mouse
Keep singing your song
It's never too long
.................................................
(It seems that his line is a long pause!!)

ThomasCat

Now he loved to play ball with the girls.
One especially had bright yellow curls.
He would toss her the ball
And then stand there and call
...................................

patsquire

Rhythm, Researcher General, syllables.

ThomasCat

And say why is his face always rosy.

patsquire

Nah, shinymonth always goes to bed about now. She and Morpheus have a deep and abiding relationship, one which I truly envy.

Besides, the best way to counter a sad, sad poem is with a happy, happy poem. Let me start one off with a couple of lines:

There was a young man called Bugosi,
Whom pretty girls always would go see.
They'd call him a dear thing,
and point at his ear-things,
.............................

lelabugosi

Yes, Tom-minus.......I must agree that we are in no need of melancholia.......not with such an image of happy-go-lucky, carefree people enjoying the spring air while waiting to use the toilet, in front of our eyes........indeed, we must rejoice in the bounties of Bugosiland laid before our eyes.......to the unmelodic notes of the woogie-boogie emanating from the run-down piano of our hirsute friend, Hippolytus.......

ThomasCat

And yet....I think DavidLargeNumbers is very much at fault for dashing our happy little spirits to the ground with his dismal dirge. What we had displayed before us was a most bucolic scene with those darling Gnob-Gnobbers standing so erect, as always, listening to a Mozart sonata (played woogie-boogie style as Mozart really wrote it) and listening to the ladies give a dissertation on the sorely lacking bathroom facilities in SLOGranny's castle. (The Gnob-Gnobbers have been holding it now for a long, long time!!!)
And into this lovely picture DavidLN thrust his story of war and wiccas and has caused us great gnashing of teeth. I'm worried especially about Juneee who has flung herself into Morpheus' arms because of her sorrow!

ThomasCat

My head is aching, my heart is breaking, it is just too much. The last part, especially, that they had no arms. The amputation must have been horrible. And to make matters worse, the pure melancholia of DavidLargeNumber's guitar playing in the background as the words were wrenched from his lips tore a hole in the front part of my anatomy that will never be repaired. Oh death where is they sting???

patsquire

You invoke Mr. Muir . . . . . . with THIS crowd?!? Might as well get some middle-eastern prince to throw his sheik-spear at them, or us, we, I mean.

juneshone

treachery, perfidy or so sad and Gothic, now I shall probably have nightmares. never mind I must go into the arms of Morpheus, do hope he is in a good mood

david06520

but 'twas but the ghost of mr. muir

patsquire

Oh sure. Cold comfort now. After morosifying us. Sob.

david06520

there there

there

there

unclebluebottle

sob.....bzzz............sob...........bzzzzzzzzzz..........wail.........bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........zzz...

patsquire

Sob. Sob. The tears course down my cheeks. I am morose, downcast, dejected. The tale, well told, so sorrowful. Such loss and shame, so sad, so sad. Sob. Sob again. Sob once more.

grannygoatlady

Well...Yes, David....there is that....wizened warder at the widdle, wicked, wicket gate.....Now go back to sleep.............

lelabugosi

Well!......That was a wonderfully wonderous word-embroidery, Mr.Numerous-numbers........I feel your illness is steadily receding, and we can up your medications........BRAVO!......

david06520

All through that summer at ease we lay,
And daily from the turret wall
We watched the mowers in the hay
And the enemy half a mile away
They seemed no threat to us at all.

bzzz
bzzz

For what, we thought, had we to fear
With our arms and provender, load on load,
Our towering battlements, tier on tier,
And friendly allies drawing near
On every leafy summer road.
bzzz
bzzz

Our gates were strong, our walls were thick,
So smooth and high, no man could win
A foothold there, no clever trick
Could take us, have us dead or quick.
Only wicca could have got in.
bzzzb
bzzzb

What could they offer us for bait?
Our captain was brave and we were true....
There was a little private gate,
A little wicked wicket gate.
The wizened warder let them through.
bzbzbzbzbz

Oh then our maze of tunneled stone
Grew thin and treacherous as air.
The cause was lost without a groan,
The famous citadel overthrown,
And all its secret galleries bare.
bzbzbzbzbzbzbzbz

How can this shameful tale be told?
I will maintain until my death
We could do nothing, being sold;
Our only enemy was gold,
And we had no arms to fight it with.
bzzzz
bzzzz
bzzzzzzzzzzz

eeeeeeeee

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