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Surprising as it may seem, but this amazingly handsome and extremely elegant garden gnome is not me........
It is the one given to Mr.Christmas-Carroll for his birthday, subsequently gnomenapped from his yard, and finally breaking free from his captors to return home to Bonga-Bonga........
Anyone wishing to rent/adopt this beautiful work of art should apply in writing to June-soon-to-be-shining, chief reporter at the Bugosi Bugle........
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lelabugosi

Well.........Hippolytus informs me that he is determined to go "all the way" as regards the nubile nymphs - which of course may, or may not exist in Nether-Nether-Bonga......He is taking along his piano-organ-thingy, to provide a little entertainment for the ladies.......
Yes, it would certainly seem that pd-thingy has been at the mushrooms.........

gemstone

Tee hee. :)))

juneshone

don't be worried about Hippolytus leaving you in the lurch, just keep mumbling on about the nymphos and he will dog your footsteps. speaking of dogs you might find one of them useful, Not my Noggin he is much too busy with his field trips but Daze is at a loose end, so to speak he's quite a good tracker dog if you should get lost. You would have to friend him up of course, say you are sorry your leg meat made him ill etc, keep a stack of bones for him to chew on but you could do worse. Bon voyage, Pip-pip and all that see you soon perhaps. Send me lots of copy about your adventures, I'm so excited for you..Let me rephrase that............

juneshone

here is another poem to accompany you into the unexplored beyond sort of place, it is by robert Graves and is a family favourite with us

A Welsh Incident

'But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'What were they? Mermaids? Dragons? Ghosts?'
'Nothing at all of any things like that.'
'What were they, then?'
'All sorts of queer things,
Things never seen or heard or written about,
Very strange, un-Welsh, utterly peculiar
Things. Oh, solid enough they seemed to touch,
Had anyone dared it. Marvellous creation,
All various shapes and sizes, and no sizes,
All new, each perfectly unlike his neighbour,
Though all came moving slowly out together.'
'Describe just one of them.'
'I am unable.'
'What were their colours?'
'Mostly nameless colours,
Colours you'd like to see; but one was puce
Or perhaps more like crimson, but not purplish.
Some had no colour.'
'Tell me, had they legs?'
'Not a leg or foot among them that I saw.'
'But did these things come out in any order?'
What o'clock was it? What was the day of the week?
Who else was present? How was the weather?'
'I was coming to that. It was half-past three
On Easter Tuesday last. The sun was shining.
The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Jesu
On thirty-seven shimmering instruments
Collecting for Caernarvon's (Fever) Hospital Fund.
The populations of Pwllheli, Criccieth,
Portmadoc, Borth, Tremadoc, Penrhyndeudraeth,
Were all assembled. Criccieth's mayor addressed them
First in good Welsh and then in fluent English,
Twisting his fingers in his chain of office,
Welcoming the things. They came out on the sand,
Not keeping time to the band, moving seaward
Silently at a snail's pace. But at last
The most odd, indescribable thing of all
Which hardly one man there could see for wonder
Did something recognizably a something.'
'Well, what?'
'It made a noise.'
'A frightening noise?'
'No, no.'
'A musical noise? A noise of scuffling?'
'No, but a very loud, respectable noise ?-
Like groaning to oneself on Sunday morning
In Chapel, close before the second psalm.'
'What did the mayor do?'


'I was coming to that.'..................bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

gemstone

Sounds like pd has been into the mushrooms...

The nut in the shell of sweet juneeeee's poem: "and the point of balance, which in our case we have not got"... Hee hee

pdevredis

Yup, same frog, and your description makes more sense. But I saw the frog face as a woman's chest, and the hands as a long neck, and the rear legs the edges of the shell, no matter how hard I looked at the darn thing..... A little too much tadpole wine a little too early, I guess, but it was fun seeing it that way! LOL!

patsquire

Bzzzzzz, bzzzzzz. A pity I never had the chance bzzzzzz to know Henry Reed bzzzzzz. He was from Birmingham and I now bzzzzzz live in Birmingham, but he died bzzzzzz in 1986 and I didn't bzzzzzz move to Alabama until 1998. Bzzzzzz bzzzzzz.

I was counting on having a good photographer along on my expedition, and Hippolytus was my first and only choice. Now I learn that lelabug is willing only to let him come as far as the border? OY! It is at the border that the expedition, the danger, the hazardous-to-my-health business begins! How can Hippolytus record my derring-do (or be of any help) if he merely stands at the threshold and watches me disappear into the distance?

And I'm sure, quite sure, positively sure Hippolytus is looking forward to photographing the anticipated nubile nymphs and vestal virgins for his masterpiece opus on wimmins o' de world.........plus getting to convert some of them. To The Faith, of course, harrumph.

(((As it happens, I may disappear into the clutches of the snatchy-hand at the very outset anyway, the moment of departure, so to speak, the stepping-off point if you will, in which case he should get one or two pretty good snapshots, eh?)))

Surreal_Heidi

Are we looking at the same frog, Pat? I see a frog holding it's hands, clasped, over it's head.

pdevredis

Hmmm.... the left frog reminds me off a hands-on-hips, p*ssed -off-looking, headless (the reason for being p*ssed-off?) Venus, arising from the clam shell in that famous painting, sort of......

lelabugosi

Yes, of course......the village bike.........ridden by all........

juneshone

no tadpoles, hadn't thought of that. Of course you could be wrong, there could be giant tadpoles just lying around unsqueezed, rather like the nubile virgins our intrepid heroes are hoping for. good job they both have bikes to travel from maiden to maiden so to speak. As they say in our village 'Way back in history somebody must have had a bike' or it's the kissin' cousins thingy again

lelabugosi

Ah, such a rousing recital for the Squirt, as he bravely goes where no man has gone before.........
Hippolytus and I shall accompany him as far as the border of Nether-Nether-Bonga, and Hippolytus will take a photo - just to show that he is really on his way to 'the land of no tadpoles'..........

juneshone

A little poem for Mr P Squirt to accompany him on his adventure, or has he changed his mind about going into deep cover?

Today we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And tomorrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But today,
Today we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens likecoral in all the neighboring gardens,
And today we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call is easing the Spring.

They call is easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For today we have the naming of parts.

Henry Reed

patsquire

The Army's big on teaching every soldier all the names of all the parts of every weapon they might have to employ in combat. They call it learning the gnomenclature.

david06520

A glittle gnowledge gnoes a glong gway...

Elfie

Ohhh thanks so much for the information David and Lela, it's really good to gnow!!!

lelabugosi

They all have the Bugosi coat-of-arms tattooed on their buttocks.........Of course, if you were to try to verify that, you would be arrested for gnome-molesting.........

pilley

How can we be 110% sure they are Bugosi gnomes? they do not have their name tattooed on their forehead?

lelabugosi

Yes, no.6-at-the-racetrack........david-numbers provided a link on my 'chillin' puzzle........those in the photo are Bugosi gnomes!........

monza006

Have your considered an entry into the Chelsea flower show... it's lifted it's 100 year old ban on gnomes (for this year anyway)!! LOL

lelabugosi

Mr.numerous-numerals..............your gnowledge betrays our ignorance...........

lelabugosi

aspirin-with-two-thirds-of-an-eye.........yes, we do set-up........perhaps you would like the house as well?......
Mr.Christmas-Carroll......I hope you have now recovered from your traumatic experience, i.e. the loss of your beloved gnome........take comfort in the fact that you secured him as well as you possibly could........

pilley

I have mucho mega Bitcoins in an undisclosed un-numbered account ready to transfer for one smiling gnome with guards, please rush delivery by 3:00 o'clock. Do you do set-up? please also provide the garden, thanks.

Surreal_Heidi

FINALLY! The Bugosis have come up with a useful service!!!!

david06520

Acknowledged.


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Plumpossum

What a rare privilege to have such an erudite linguist as d-numbers in our midst. My brain will never be the same.

david06520

The quaint gnome, a connoisseur of notorious knowledge, yet ignorant of notions of gnomons and nobly agnostic, cunningly acknowledged kith and kin, however uncouth, with a diagnosis of Cuthbert's physiognomy. I narrate this enormous annotated abnormality for your notice.*


*notation: most of the words in this little note are direct descendants of the same proto-human grunt: gno- = to know.

lelabugosi

Oh dear......maybe time for another little talk................

juneshone

my son has just told me that he thinks the peahen is pregnant as she is making a nest, I knew I shouldn't confuse him with that birds and bees stuff

cakes1947

Thank you....all will be protected by Bradley!! Not to worry!!! :)))

lelabugosi

Hanne-with-pipe-in-pocket.........There are thousands of these to get rid of.......I mean, to rent out.......
thousands-of-cakes........alright, I've booked one for you for 2 months........beware of gnomenappers though!.....

cakes1947

I think I would like to rent a set for a couple of months if I may. Thanks Lela!! :))))
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Elfie

How wonderful - with froggyguards!! Any gnome I know will envy this gnome so very much!!! How many do you have????

lelabugosi

I'm afraid you'll have to take all three....... the frogs are the gnomes froggyguards...........

juneshone

don't want to give an 'ome to a gnome but I would like that suave froggee please

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