Genetically modified lice
Look like humans and aren’t very nice
....Having grown person-sized
....They now hunt, so disguised
It’s not something you’d want to see twice

A Judas Breed, perhaps?

A doctor adapted some chums
By stitching their gobs to their bums
So the front could eat stew
That would then trickle through...
(See to what end recycling comes!)

Hmm, I might have given the last one away by having included it in my poem in Non-Met -- or did you already know it Annie? Have you seen Human Centipede? I hadn't heard of it until I read an interview with one of the actresses a couple of weeks back. I was kind of tempted ...

He wakes up in a hospital bed.
Is he dreaming – or perhaps he is dead?
Cut to London at dawn,
Looking empty, forlorn
Is this Day of the Triffids? I said.

No, I haven't seen all of Human Centipede. I stumbled on it by accident and sought out a couple of You Tube clips. The idea fascinated me. I haven't seen Mimic either, but looked it up (and found out about the Judas Breed).
Your latest one, though, has me bewildered. I shall light my pipe and play my violin. That usually works.

Mimic was a pretty bad film as I remember. The Human Centipede does sound like it could be worth a watch though.

Yes, the last one was pretty obscure in terms of clues. Maybe I can come up with a better version. Meanwhile, here's something else, albeit a similar genre:

With the zombie infected ascending
A lone scientist’s will is unbending
It’s a war, will he win it?
Yes, of course, but last minute.
Read the book for a far better ending.

Did Amen Corner appear in it...?

Whoops - cross-posted. I was asking about #124.

Now I'll refill my pipe and consider the zombies of #126.

"Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me"? Sounds like a contender for the Human Centipede soundtrack! But no Amen Corner connection that I know of to the last two.

This was what I was wondering about for the hospital awakening:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oBWqZVoOvY

Some parallels with the Human Caterpillar, it looks like, at least on the non-elective surgery front.

Here's an attempt to give a much bigger clue on the hospital awakening one, though you'll have to seen it to get the whole thing, I think:

For one lunar month he is out
When he wakes up there’s no one about
Cut to London at dawn
Looking empty, forlorn.
That's from from Day of the Triffids! we shout.

One lunar month is 28 days, right?

It is indeed, Annie. It's a film that seemed to me to owe a lot to Day of Triffids, especially the beginning; opening with the hero in a hospital bed, and the shots of an empty London (which were presumably shot at dawn), just like in the BBC adaptation. There's also a dodgy army unit involved. Mind you the zombies run a lot faster than triffids.

"According to director Danny Boyle, it was the opening hospital sequence of The Day of the Triffids that inspired Alex Garland to write the screenplay for 28 Days Later."

(I got that off the InterWebz)

Que pena ustedes tienen pocos sesos
y todos que ustedes pueden hacer son tontorias,
estrenido en la competencia,
mentes pequenas de ningun importancia,
todo que puedo decir, de este hilo—adios!

Yo se esa pelicula— es tonto y mas tonto!!

Y asi, por fin y afuera—cabrones!

Todo lo que hemos intentado hacer es tonterías, así que no sé por qué te molesta. ¿Quieres profundidad? Inicie otro hilo y todos seremos lo más sombríos posible.

There once was a fellow named Jim
(This limerick's speaking to him)
In the most pleasant way
I just want to say
Sod off to your Deep End. Don't swim.

Solo respondi en el tono y tenor derigo a mi

Ahora bastante!
Adios de nuevo

Usted no tiene una pista ?usted? Senor McDonnell
Alguien se lo explicara

Jim, I don't understand what's eating you. This was a harmless thread for people to post impromptu limericks. No one claimed that they were timeless verses deserving of endless admiration. We were just goofing around. Some of the people goofing around are in fact rather accomplished poets whose non-goofing poems you would no doubt recognzie as worthy. But this was just ad hoc improvised doggerel and didn't pretend to be otherwise. If it wasn't your thing, you could simply have stayed away, and yet you have stopped by more than once to insult the participants in two languages. I really don't get it. What's eating you?

Well, I'm not bilingual so I had to resort to Google Translate to decipher what your posts said, Jim, (and Bob's reply) and I was dismayed when I saw the result. Like Bob, I'm also at a loss as to what's the problem.

Jayne

A boy made a young girl his bride
but their marriage they both had to hide
because of a feud
that their parents pursued,
which led them to sad suicide.

Which pair had you in mind, RogerBob? O'Neil's? Zeffirelli's? Luhrmann's?

Most of these are after my time. Here's something rather more venerable.

He seems an effete city slicker,
But when the flood comes, he is quicker.
He rescues his girl
And her father as well,
Then he dives in again for the vicar.

I don't know what Jim's problem is either, but he's been gnawing on it since he first started trolling here a year ago, calling himself Sean.

I'd have slightly more sympathy if the poems and crits he has posted put the rest of us to shame and gave me some hallowed glimpse into this mythical past he so hankers for. They don't.

As for me, I don't have the time or mental space to crit, let alone write, poems right now so I thought I'd amuse myself with some silly movie fun. It was going well for a while...

Ok Jayne, so I misstepped with my post but it was totally meant in jest, however Ann got her knickers royally in a twist and we had a little toing and froing, of course along come a cupla bandwaggoners’ - Mc Donnell, Steiner, who had to add their gratuitous tuppence, so I responded in kind.

Mar a duirt me libhse areir
ta sibh amadana bochta goleir
go mor, mor McD
agus an t’ollamh bocht St...
anois taimse a lorg glanta speir

As I said ‘‘twas meant in jest, I didn’t think it would be taken seriously, but perhaps some, in their insecurity, were offended and others saw an opportunity to wield a cudgel.

Btw McDonnell, expressing a contrarian view is not trolling .

Since I instigated/resurrectied the limerick thread I don't think my being annoyed at your rudeness to Annie can be considered "bandwaggoning". If, after you posted your dismissive limerick and Ann responded with hers, you had responded with "haha touchè" or similar all would have been well. But you didn't. You got ruder. Your intermittent appearances on your unproductive hobby horse of telling people that the place has gone downhill seem the definition of trolling to me.

Put your money where your mouth is. Post some worthy poems. Give some outstanding crits. As my nan used to say "Either shit or get off the pot"

A Sheán Shinawil: Go bhfaighidh tú é agus go mbainfidh tú taitneamh as
.

Maith go leor Aine - idir an da linn ta bron orm go raibh tu mishasta
Seamus

McDonnell, in the language of your fathers;brisean an ducas tre suile an cait
I can give it to you auf Deutsch o Italiano also if you cannot comprehend

Go raibh maith agat, Seamus, and thank you, Mark.

For starters, let's stop this ''other language stuff''; IMO it's unnecessary, pretentious, divisive showing off, unless there is a specific point in using it - which I can't see here.

I feel as if I'm on playground duty...

Jim, I accept that you were jesting but it obviously hit a nerve with Annie, who possibly over-reacted. It's time to kiss and make up - or at least, move on!

Jayne

Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss. But we did do as you suggest, albeit pretentiously and in Irish. Sorry.

Now back to Brian's challenge...

Thanks Jayne, I was surprised (and delighted) to get Ann’s response as gaelge
and expressed my sorrow to her in the old tongue.

And so, if I may be so permitted, I shall say my fond farewell to this thread
Jim

All's well again :D

Jayne

Sorry.....

Steamboat Bill, Jr? At 92 years old, possibly the oldest film we've had so far.

Mine from post #126 is still up for grabs, for any connoisseurs of the zombie movie genre.

It starts out quite small, just some goo,
Till it swallows a person, then two,
Then hundreds, all told,
But it shrinks from the cold!
Eureka! The monster is through!

Is this The (Roger)-Blob?

Indeed.

.....

I'll have to give in on the Zombies, Matt, but I reckon you've got Brian's bang to rights. I did have a guess at that (a wrong one) but I guessed in French (because Brian) and then felt my wrist stinging where Jayne had just slapped it, so I expunged my comment - plink! - just like that.
However, it reminded me that nobody got mine at #86, despite a couple of clues.