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[Roger]

"But I'll try," said Jolly On as he wiped away a tear,
And side-stepped the fans who had a tendency to leer.

[Roger]

"You agree to read and comply with the Rules on the group home page,"
Spoke his coach, while stamping his feet and blowing up a rage.

[Preston, Moderator]

Keep Calm and Jolly On,
Blame it all on David Cameron.

[Roger]

That's too easy, to point the finger and on his head land
All the blame when really its all the fault of Ed Milliband

[Preston, Moderator]

There they stood brother to brother,
David and Ed cant tell one from t'other.

[Roger]

Indeed, like peas from the same pod
They're so alike it's really quite odd.

[Preston, Moderator]

Jolly On was still looking for the gay man's holy grail,
He knew it would be a bar that served the best fruit cocktail.

[Roger]

And when he found it, who should be there but his muse,
Standing behind the bar handling cocktails… Tom Cruise.

[Lori S.]

> I though he spent his time jumping all over other people's couches!<

[Preston, Moderator]

He said "Pardon me Tom but have you seen Brad Pitt?
I'm looking for the Holy Grail and I'm sure he is it!"

[Roger]

Poor Jolly On, head a;ways turned by a simple blond,
so he turned Cruise into Pitt with a wave of his wand.

[Preston, Moderator]

In wasn't no much hair color that was of import,
The problem is Cruise is too darn short.

[Tom 5'7"/Brad 5'11"]

[Roger]

But that's a just four inches, zut alors
In metric, ten* sounds so much more :-((

* (10.16)

[Preston, Moderator]

Use your met tricks to make him sound bolder,
He still only comes up to my shoulder.

[Roger]

<-teehee->

I thought rather more of making him sound longer,
That to prolong the enjoyment you had to be stronger.

[Preston, Moderator]

So Jolly On and Brad went out on a date,
"Say Brad would you like to formicate?"

[Roger]

Brad: "I masticate 20 times each thing I swallow,
Which wears me out, so no way… if you follow?

[Preston, Moderator]

Formicate is to feel itchy bugs,
crawling on your skin and dancing frugs

[Roger]

Oh, golly, Jollyon, and there was me thinking something rude,
Like, you know, what you sometimes do in the nude.

[Preston, Moderator]

Doing that will bring my wrath,
I don't approve of taking a sunbath.

[Roger]

That, thought Brad, is a terrible shame,
I don't want my love to wither or wane.

[Roger]

I'll tell you what, it must be something I ate
But if you insist I'll start to formicate.

[Preston, Moderator]

Do I call a doctor to alleviate
Or call the bug guy to exterminate?

[Roger]

"Extermintae," as Rick ’n’ Lori will tell you,
Is Dalek for "hello" in Doctor Who.

[Preston, Moderator]

Jolly On and Brad came home from their date,
Brad said, "Jolly it's getting late."

[Preston, Moderator]

Jolly On put them on and collapsed in a heap,
In less than a second he was fast asleep.

[Roger]

Americans spell pyjamas "pajamas," thought Brad,
That a common language divides Jolly from me is so sad.

[Preston, Moderator]

If I removed them from Jolly On entirely it would matter when
people spoke the language of America or Great Britain.

[Roger]

In his pj's Brad thought Jolly looked very jolly
It made Brad want to lick him like a lolly.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Well boys will be boys,
They'll play with their toys.

[Roger]

By Jollyon is a toyboy and joyboy, you must agree,
Even when he coyly smiles and says nothing's for free.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Take a very close look and I think you will
See the joyboy looks like young Churchill.

[Roger]

Neat of ankle and well-turned vowel,
he bears resemblance to a lad called Noel.

[Roger]

Ah, was that when he addressed the writer Jean-Paul Sartre
As they partook of a baguette and fromage in Montmartre?

[Preston, Moderator]

Perhaps the vernacular says it best,
Quoted Jolly, "il est était il est."

[Preston, Moderator]

(Golly gee whiz,
"It is what it is.")

[Preston, Moderator]

"You think you are the big kahuna,
But surrealism's not my cup of tuna."

[Preston, Moderator]

"Off you go then, be a good lad,
It high time for me to run home to Brad".

[Preston, Moderator]

So off he went with his eudemon,
"Bon chance Monsieur" said Jolly On.

[Roger]

I don't know but all this French makes me agog,
For I've never been good at the language of the frog.

[Preston, Moderator]

"Mon dieu!" Cried Jolly On head half still in France,
"Brad should never go to bed without pj tops and pants."

[Preston, Moderator]

I'd cover him up to keep him from shaking,
But he needs his sleep and I can't chance him waking.

[Roger]

It's hard to imagine Brad acting like a Peeping Tom,
He's no need cos Jollyon thinks he's a sex-bomb

[Preston, Moderator]

Sex bombs are explosively passionate,
But if you're not careful they tend to detonate.

[Roger]

I know, and it can be so very hard
To be taken apart by your own petard.

[Preston, Moderator]

Brad shivered and shaked til he fell out bed,
It made quite a bump but it cleared out his head.

[Roger]

Brad needed some sage advice and so in lieu,
Went to church where the priest said "Pull up a pew."

[Preston, Moderator]

After the last clang of the angelus bell,
The priest said Brad you are going to hell.

[Preston, Moderator]

God hates men who fall in love,
It is the law made in heaven above.

[Roger]

Brad saw the priest wore his cross topsy-turvy
Which made him a Satanist and his advice unworthy.