Happy Birthday DW !!

:-k I couldn’t have put it better myself!

Well then, now, oh dear me, where to start, let’s start with you kingpole. Your content and style is very unusual, I would have said unique, but unbelievably there is another who has perfected the unusual, ahem, someone we both know well, insomuch as anyone can know him well, I refer to Tit of course!

However, considering this was your first attempt, it was really very good :noreally: , for what it was. What was it exactly anyway? I mean it’s not your usual everyday, common as muck, flowery birthday greeting, is it? Well, short of something one would send to the likes of The Adams Family and we were hoping for something slightly more genteel than that! Not meaning to nitpick, or sound ungrateful or anything and anyway who knows, DW may grow to love it eventually, but I would have thought personally that:

:eek: Though fine in the right place, much as it is, does seem slightly adrift in the context of this thread!

Then we have:

This was an improvement naturally, such as it is, in that it introduces the human touch into the equation, specifically the touch of a hand on your dick, presumably yours, and presumably as an aid to direction and control. I am, I think, assuming no-one else was involved, of course! Either way, it is still I feel not entirely appropriate here. Like you wouldn’t say ‘Hold this, it’s your Birthday!’, now would you?

Do you see what I’m getting at here?

Which brings me to Tit, who incidentally kingpole, would need that guiding hand, but this is something which came to light before your time. I of course have never managed to shake it off, the memory, that is.

Anyway, be that as it may, I have pondered long and hard over this prize offered for the best Titerature, namely:

You call that a prize! Anyway, this is fraught with danger I fear, as it will certainly cause dissension and strife, probably leading to total mayhem, possibly to homicide and potentially to genocide, as anyone who stands to win, ends up fighting tooth and nail, to give it away! Besides which, it is unethical, insofar as it is the weakest who will eventually win and they may in fact by that stage, be far too weak/feeble/overcome/disorientated/gaga etc. etc. to carry off that wonderful prize, such as it is.

I think the main problem you both have, is that you have both drifted, a little off-centre and away from the perceived idea of what is expected and what is appropriate, which would tend to be something more refined really. Let me give you an example, just off the top of my head.

Sometimes in this life we meet
A rarity, so charming and so sweet
They uplift our spirits and renew our souls
No matter our socks, are full of holes

We notice not, for we are immune
As we find ourselves, so much in tune
Our lungs are full and our voices soar
We call an end, when our sides are sore

I can only refer to a sparkling face
Kind of nature, full of grace
No cause to wonder, who it could be
Our very own DW, as all can see

This song is for you, on this your day
To send our best wishes, if we may
Along with our love, so you will know
Our fondness for you, continues to grow

Pounding! Throbbing! Pumping! Bulging! Thrusting! :uhuh: Sorry about that, I was drifting a tad off-centre there myself :nodding: . However, be that as it may, this is the sort of thing I had in mind for an acceptable ditty, although it’s fair to say, it’s rather better than that!

Just don’t tell me I’ve won! :gulp:

Thanks Peforeal :kisskiss:

This is the longest running 29th birthday party I ever had.
Probably because of the killer songs being sung. Big hand for the talented artists. Elvis would be jealous if he was alive.

:clap:

Well you’ve read my worst now read my best, I dedicate this one to DW.

This is not a romantic prose, but perhaps DW likes wayward souls.

“The Little Orange Cat”

Lost daughter,child of the night.
Cold forsaken shivering helplessly in a curled up fur ball.
Eyes piercing,darting to and throw at spirits flying in the night.
Ducking down as the white owl renders it’s call.
So pitifull,so frail this child lost to the night.
Her asirin song her cries of despair, piercing the night air.
Her pleadings, wail up to the sky.
She cries, why God why!
Soliciting the unjust judge.
He ignores her as she waste’s away.
Thin frail orange arms.
Bent bruised spindly orange legs.
Her gentle feline face haunts the dark abode.
Ghostly sad shrills, piercing the night chill.
With a more desperate deepening shrill.
She pleads to the stars for her dieing soul.
For her lost mistress, she yearns and pines away for,
In the solitude of this April cold night.

So, I gave her cat food this seem to calm her. She hung around for a bout a week. And of course I fed her. She disappeared for awhile. But periodically she comes back for a food.

:eek: Fucking Nora KP! That was one heck of an improvement! Did you pen that yourself, as in, is it an original?

:spin2: On the off-chance that it is, you may well have won ‘the prize’ (I nearly said taken ‘the prize’, but that would suggest you had your hands on it already). Are you pleased?

Look on the bright side though, someone else may come along at the last minute with something better and snatch it from your grasp, but I wouldn’t hold my breath, it’s unlikely and it certainly won’t be me :whatever: , for I’m afraid I appear to have writers’ block, full blown sadly and while I have no idea where it’s come from, I’m absolutely certain it’s unlikely to clear, in time, for me to submit another entry :noreally: .

It manifests itself in a strange mist over the eyes, have you ever got that? I think you might, sometime soon. Anyway, can I just say congratulations and you are well on your way to the dark side, but being considerate, I’ll light a candle for you. We all will!

I expect you’re thinking how did Rue manage to write this post in his condition, well it was hard, but there was a brief lifting of that mist I mentioned earlier and I am one very determined, son of a bitch!

:rolling:

That was a close shave! :gulp: Good old kingpole, I knew he’d come good.

(Now where’s Tit, to break the news).

Just once a year we can celebrate a day
that is for each of us unique
Although others unknown may share.
We know it is MY day.
But, others are there to share with us
the magic of the day.

Good wishes, Happy thoughts the world over.
Come speeding to delight and please.

So Diamond we share with you
the thoughts and wishes from us all
from Thunder’s family.

Happy Birthday!

From Rue and Tit (+ 29,998)

And Another,

In Blank Verse!

I say tit, old bean, that second composition was a vast improvement on the first! :idiot:

Crikey, have you noticed how we seem to be developing rapidly of late and I don’t mean PE wise, for that’s another matter entirely, I refer rather to our cerebral development, as manifested in our formidable talents as authors, poets, wits and twits, the last one especially :uhuh: ! OMG! We are too! What will we do?

:-k Right then, starting now, we move discreetly on to Plan B (that’s B for Brain btw), this is the one where we come across as wildly intelligent.

:-Y Have you seen any birthday cake round here Tit? I would be very surprised if you have! :eat:

Cause it’s all gone :gulp:

Good Show! Thanks for the ditty’s :clap:

The birthday cake caught on fire. I could not blow out all the candles.

:rolling: It’s no wonder, for that Dive place always seems to be going on fire! :-k I wonder why that is?

No idea :whatever:

Beats me! :gulp:

Is it DW’s birthday again? :-k

:-Y Seems like only a week since her last one.

Well you know how it is. Time just seems to fly in. :idiot:

These days anyway :gulp:

I’m so glad you liked the second one. I can do lots more of those some longer, some shorter - no trouble at all. (:

Was it a chocolate cake?

I’m not sure what flavor the cake was. It was burnt to a crisp. :D

Possibly a chocolate log?