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I shall revolt tomorrow.
Today I softly seethe.
Tuesday is earmarked
For a raft of eye rolls.
Midweek an exhibition opens
Of a rare collection —
The minuscule amount of fucks I give.
Thursday, the best day,
Will involve teeth
Grinding and profiteroles.
Friday — booked solid smiting morons.
Saturday night I’ll be
Incandescent with rage,
Submerged in a bucket of Pimms.
And today?
This day of rest
Is spattered with snorts
And a lazy but firmly erect
Middle finger.
Tomorrow, I shall revolt.
In other words – By gum it’s hot – beams
As a toast, a glass raised, here upon the Cloud we say ‘Cheers (big ears)!’ or ‘Bottoms up!’ I’m curious, when you, yes you reading this, raise a glass in celebration and clink your glass against another’s (or the wall/dog/fresh air) what do you say that’s different? I’m already aware of ‘Here’s mud in your eye’ from Han Solo – *looks pleased with herself*.
Esme's Cloud 
I once clinked my glass with a Russian the worse for drink. A fine chap, yet he looked disappointed. I believe he put ‘smashed’ ahead of the humble ‘clink’. Such is life. Regards, The Old Fool
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Disappointed? He was indeed too drunk the clink is a wonderful ritual clicks her glass with Mike I hope you’re keeping well m’dear.
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The Russian’s do rather like the smashing of the glass. I’ve never understood why. A vodka thing? Perhaps. This last year or so, an unpleasant time. Stress related IBS born of the ‘wasted seed of the bulldog breed’ racists…including ‘one of me own’…have stolen my EU citizenship and I am incapable of forgiveness and certainly cannot forget. I try my level best to ignore but cannot. Such is life. If I remember well I recall you’ve been unwell? How are you? Best regards, The Old Fool
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Waste of a good glass! Having said that, I’d enjoy smashing old cars with a sledgehammer.
Yes, the overflow and after-effects of the whole Bulldog debacle rage on as we sit and watch; if mentioned they cry ‘it’s done, can’t you move on?’ as though it’s kin to their favourite pop group getting the Christmas number one when ours didn’t. Solid gold timing it was as well. Ah well as well too…I did indeed have a very rough 2020, yes, I was ill for almost the whole year, thank you for asking as things have definitely perked up substantially in 2021, which I did not anticipate at all beams. I’ve had my double jabs, I hope you are as covered as possible too, we aren’t out of the apocalypse by a long shot, but we’re certainly midway instead of nosediving into it like last year. I hope.
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Haha lol. I like 👍🏻
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I like that you like. beams
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Skol
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Welsh no less! Of course!
Peint o gwrw os gwelwch yn dda. Said ‘Paint o guru oscwelleth en thar’ (if you’re a filthy northerner). Cheers me dear.
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Don’t start the revolution without me!
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Never would!
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Here in the rather LARGE Lone Star State of Texas—the one next to Mexico?—we riding Cowboys raise our glasses (and jingling jangling spurs) and cry…
Naturally, we speak of riding… like animals, cuz we’re seva-lized in these parts! Hell, sum four or five Prezey-dents have been from Texas dontcha know! 🤭
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There’s a plenty more too where that cum from Lady Esme, like, if may…
I’ll pause there in case tha ladies in this fine establishment are getting a wee wobbly kneed and palpitating hearts a flutterin’. It’s typical round us animal riders. 🤠😈
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Hahahahahaha I bet there are! And I somehow doubt it’s mud the ladies get in their eyes when you’re raising your flagon, Professor.
Nice to see you sir, spurs an’ all.
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Christ on a stick.
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I’m so happy I brought you cheer Madame, and brought it relatively safely too. 😉
• The Taboo Texan knowing she DID know and still opened her back door. 😈
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O non-donor of fucks! Grind your teeth as you might,
The world always sprouts forth new morons to smite.
All this seething and raging suggests, to my ear,
That too many fucks still are being given here.
The world’s a big place, and one person alone,
Can’t smite all the dingbats whose dumbth makes us groan.
Eye-roll-free days of rest have their value as well
For keeping you sane amidst idiot Hell.
So don’t be afraid to put off the revolt;
It’s OK to let someone else fight a dolt.
Why schedule new fury each day you’re alive?
Another tomorrow will always arrive.
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You must have some of the fucks from my collection then, hahahahahaha. On the bright side, it is a very wry and lazy list in truth, more hazily fought, if fought at all – falls about. Wonderful reply Infidel, you excel every time, I’m really most chuffed by the effort put in, this – ‘For keeping you sane amidst idiot Hell’ – hahahaha, well, that’s the hardest fight of all eh? Thank you sir.
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I quite enjoyed your description of a propitious moment, Esme. Yer gotta tell the tale the way the tale wags, or are they tails that are wagging? Yours is a spirited and heartfelt savage yawp that bounces off every facet of this here universe we presently inhabit. So much was my enjoyment at reading this yawp that I decided to invite a panoply of creatures whom I have just released from a cardboard box that served to cage them (they are glad to out). They are quite happy to be out and about. They look forward to exploring Esme’s ethereal cloud. 🙂
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I love your creatures Bill, they scramble and leap from the page, as mentioned on your post, I like #book-face’ the best, a wee being of mischief no doubt. I’m glad you released from their cage falls about at this, all are welcome upon Cloud, I suspect there will be tears before bedtime with them, however only happy jam-faced ones.
Sloths and kittens? Why not?! Esme herself is a mix of the two.
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Thank you for the very kind comment, Esme. Bookface is a marvelous name for a fanciful critter who visits places with lovingly maintained libraries. I should also name the fine lads and ladies who deign to visit me blog, I should. Constructing apt names is a worthy, proper, and enjoyable way to while awhile a day of musing and marking. Be on the lookout for (referred to as a BOLO {Be On the LookOut) in some circles over here) — not to be confused with a BOGO {Buy One Get One). Nameology is an endeavor that is worth the muster in any season.
There is BTW, of course, no better combination for a considered bird or bloke who recognize the worth of a sloth and a kitten in tandem — worldwide. 🙂
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Bookface! Bookface frequents libraries yes, but also haunts the rubbish tips collecting every torn page and ripped rotting tome that is spied. Said pieces are then squirrelled away to an old ladies attic (no euphemism) where they are dried and faithfully reproduces with a quill pen crafted out of the tail feather of a friendly Skelspotch (another being) the whole text and fills in the missing parts with words that feel right, writing everything with toes employed alone.
Kittens and Sloths have an underground cult status that few are aware of beyond us. And that’s just as it should be.
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Mostly I’m wondering how you described my week so well. But the Cloud does have a certain vantage not available to mere mortals. I shall join you tomorrow in the smiting of morons. My weapon of choice will be walking defenseless amongst the trees, hearing voices. I hope you will consider it high praise that I feel giddy after being presented with your words–like I just watched a trapeze artist disappear midflight and then take a bow on the other side of the auditorium, and giggle. I don’t know what happened in the middle, but you inspire me to understand it is quite real.
Michael
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Ha!
‘My weapon of choice will be walking defenseless amongst the trees, hearing voices‘ – I love that. It’s a stand alone cracker Michael, may I take it for usage? I’ll credit you, obviously. And yes I do consider your giddiness high praise, it never ceases to amaze me you find my words so pleasing – this is true, and you undertand it as well. Thank you and triple the thanks.
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‘Cheers’ 😀
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Midweek an exhibition opens
Of a rare collection —
The minuscule amount of fucks I give.
Aaaaahaaaaahahahahah!!!!! LOVE this poem! One of my faves of yours. I can so relate! ❤
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Hahahahahahaha, another friend said the same to me! We’re on the same level m’dear!
Esme falling about with Bela giving not a single one upon the Cloud
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Not a single one! 😘
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Gosh, Esme, that was quite a start to my reading (WP chose this post to tempt me across: what a splendid poem that meets ones needs very precisely). I should of course acknowledge the kind follow – you really shouldn’t’ve and father’s day too – and disclose my inner Wooster with a chin-chin! I’m booking a space at the next showing of the Give a Fuck exhibition where I assume your Texan correspondent will be displaying his Give a Toss repertoire; I believe it is his seminal work. Sorry, and me new here. I shall withdraw to have the smut washed out of my antimacassar…
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Greetings Geoff! Hahahahahaha, hmm, you know Prof Taboo then I’m guessing and more besides, they are part of a fine band of Cloudsters I am honoured to have in my
cultmerry band. Don’t bother washing, you’ll stand out – falls about – Welcome, I liked the cut of the gib of your blog sir, and am pleased you’ve found me.Also, usage of antimacassar gets you a bag of sticky buns – hands them over, they are mostly uneaten.
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