My contribution this week was intended as a homage to the Master, Noel Coward, but has ended up (as usual) mere pastiche. It is also rude, and certainly libellous. Could anyone who wishes to sue please remember that we have seven mouths to feed in our house, and that doesn't include the stick insects.
The prompt this week was the two lines,
She was wearing Stella McCartney
I was drinking Stella Artois
I was drinking Stella Artois
which reminded me of the ground-breaking film, "The Killing of Sister George" (and I know it was a play first...), hence the picture.
Other riders on the Bus, who may or may not be named below, can be found at
A Marvellous Party
She was wearing Stella McCartney,
I was drinking Stella Artois,
NanU’s scientist brain couldn’t take cheap champagne
and her dancing became quite bizarre.
Argent dropped by and held his head high
till an excess of beer turned his smile to a leer
and the Divas, on the floor, had to run for the door,
oh, I couldn’t have liked it more!
You see, I’ve been to a marvellous party,
we played a wonderful game;
Nuala came in, nude, with a grin,
whilst we tried to pronounce her full name.
willow was there, and started to share
her dance that began with an ostrich-tail fan
until all that she wore was the one veil of yore,
and I couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party,
TFE made an entrance of style,
you’d never have guessed that his greying sting vest
was designed to beguile; missed by a mile.
ArtSparker looked vexed but still, on she sketched
whilst the Weaver of Grass fell straight down on her arse,
but her back was less sore than it had been before,
and she couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party
where Uiscebot, PJ and shug
all dropped by but failed to say “Hi”,
heading straight for the malt whisky jug.
Rachel rambled on, and on about that song,
Kat knew the chorus and together they floored us
with singing so raw that our eardrums quite tore,
but I couldn’t have liked it more!
You wouldn’t believe the excitement,
When swiss and colin swanned in,
swiss was obscure, pedantic for sure,
then micturated straight in the bin.
Karen kept mum, sorlil struck dumb,
till the watercats struck up and all that were stuck up
loosened up, hit the floor, then called out “Encore”,
for they couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party
the Cuban arrived in stacked heels,
he danced to a Samba like a snake-hipped Black Mamba
but couldn’t do Scotch Eightsome Reels.
hope wore alligator boots, and had touched up her roots,
Jane sat and quilted - for the Divas, who’d wilted,
their Wellingtons melted, which Jasmine then felted,
revolutionary revels for sure!
She was wearing Stella McCartney
I was drinking Stella Artois,
Kathryn Magendie was feeling quite friendly
till Terry made a graceless faux-pas.
But just who was it robed in the designer clothing?
With each one of my sips I unloosened my lips;
Dominic’s a cross-dresser, though you’d never guess “her”,
for Pure Fiction I couldn't do more!
She was wearing Stella McCartney,
I was drinking Stella Artois,
NanU’s scientist brain couldn’t take cheap champagne
and her dancing became quite bizarre.
Argent dropped by and held his head high
till an excess of beer turned his smile to a leer
and the Divas, on the floor, had to run for the door,
oh, I couldn’t have liked it more!
You see, I’ve been to a marvellous party,
we played a wonderful game;
Nuala came in, nude, with a grin,
whilst we tried to pronounce her full name.
willow was there, and started to share
her dance that began with an ostrich-tail fan
until all that she wore was the one veil of yore,
and I couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party,
TFE made an entrance of style,
you’d never have guessed that his greying sting vest
was designed to beguile; missed by a mile.
ArtSparker looked vexed but still, on she sketched
whilst the Weaver of Grass fell straight down on her arse,
but her back was less sore than it had been before,
and she couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party
where Uiscebot, PJ and shug
all dropped by but failed to say “Hi”,
heading straight for the malt whisky jug.
Rachel rambled on, and on about that song,
Kat knew the chorus and together they floored us
with singing so raw that our eardrums quite tore,
but I couldn’t have liked it more!
You wouldn’t believe the excitement,
When swiss and colin swanned in,
swiss was obscure, pedantic for sure,
then micturated straight in the bin.
Karen kept mum, sorlil struck dumb,
till the watercats struck up and all that were stuck up
loosened up, hit the floor, then called out “Encore”,
for they couldn’t have liked it more!
I’ve been to a marvellous party
the Cuban arrived in stacked heels,
he danced to a Samba like a snake-hipped Black Mamba
but couldn’t do Scotch Eightsome Reels.
hope wore alligator boots, and had touched up her roots,
Jane sat and quilted - for the Divas, who’d wilted,
their Wellingtons melted, which Jasmine then felted,
revolutionary revels for sure!
She was wearing Stella McCartney
I was drinking Stella Artois,
Kathryn Magendie was feeling quite friendly
till Terry made a graceless faux-pas.
But just who was it robed in the designer clothing?
With each one of my sips I unloosened my lips;
Dominic’s a cross-dresser, though you’d never guess “her”,
for Pure Fiction I couldn't do more!
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