The Staggers: Double Dactyls
 

Bill won twenty quid. Good for him. There's a new competition to write lyrics for 'Occupy: The Musical' by 7th December to The Staggers usual address. How long? I don't think it said. Perhaps the usual sixteen lines would be about right. Anyone with better info please post.

John, it's 20 lines maximum by 7 Dec. NS Comp 4206. Some lyrics for "Occupy: The Musical". I made a hasty note in Sainsbury's, but didn't see Bill's entry. There was a Pippa Middleton printed, but not one of the Esphere efforts,

I'll bet there were many, many Pippas. I would love to read the winners if anyone can share them here, or supply a link.

Huge entry in general, apparently, Susan.

Thanks Jerome. In that case I've another verse to write.

Done it, and don't tell me I've changed the rhyme scheme. Just do a Howard Keel and Katherine Grayson in the bathroom. Wunderbar!

Occupy

Occupy! Occupy!
Let's appal the city gents.
Bring your sleeping bags and tents.
Don't be shy to occupy.

Occupy! Occupy!
Make the bankers quake with fear.
Bring your sandwiches and beer.
You can do it if you try.

Occupy! Occupy!
See the Upper Classes cringe.
We're the Workers on a binge.
We're the Workers on a high.

Occupy! Occupy!
It's so right for me and you,
With a clean Portaloo
And a better by-and-by.

Occupy! Occupy!
With the stars and moon above
Revolution and love
Will inspire us till we die!

Me, I'm going with Kathryn Grayson too - but with Oreste Kirkop...

Come all you beggars of London Town, you lousy rabble of low degree
We'll spare King Boris to keep his crown but curse the City for perfidy...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teRvWDf88fs

Oh, I'm going to love the inevitable "And to Hell with..."

Here are Bill and the other double dactyl winners:

Superb. The largest postbag for . . . years. A few of you didn’t follow the rules (as usual!). In what sense is Emperor Charlemagne “a current figure”? And how is the unadorned line (two) “Julian Assange” a double dactyl? And those were just two of the winners! £20 per winner, with the Tesco vouchers going, in addition, to Eric Yaffey.

Old charmer
Thickery thackery,
Judi Dench, OBE,
Charms and delights us, and
Then makes us cry.

Skills such as hers are quite
Incomprehensible,
And she improves on them
As Times Goes By.
Mae Scanlan

National treasure
Whisperly-quisperly
Sir David Attenborough,
National Treasure and
TV-adored;

Noah-like, loving all
Anthropomorphically
If the Flood came, would he
Take all on board?
D A Prince

Foxy friend
Ferrety-verity
Adam B Werritty
Stuck to his patron and
Lived on the fat.

But when his patron the
Parliamentarian
Had to resign, was that
Bye to all that?
John Palmer

The brothers
Abely-cainily,
David Wright Miliband:
Sunderland AFC’s
Latest vice-chair.

Previously jealous (if
Non-fratricidally),
Wouldn’t you call him a
Slave to despair?
Bill Greenwell

Omnivore
Rabbity-babbity,
Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall,
Always on telly, writes
Books by the shelf;

Eats for publicity
Omnivoraciously –
Next he’ll be serving up
Bits of himself.
W J Webster

Top chef
Slithery-wiggerly
Heston M Blumenthal
Snails up his porridge for
Clients and tops

Pizza with mealworms but
Unreconstructedly
Sneaks off and breakfasts on
Nice cocopops.
Eric Yaffey

Wild cooking
Offally-scoffily,
Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall
Cooks on the wild side to
Minimise waste,

But must admit that his
Improvisational
Dishes are sometimes found
Lacking in taste.
Penelope Mackie

Footie coach
Nickety-kickety
Sir Alex Ferguson
Said that his team were
The best in the land;

When they met City, he
Incontrovertibly
Dipped from his slogan:
United we Stand.
Gerard Benson

Danse macabre
Heltery-skeltery,
Nancy dell’Olio
Tortured the tango with
Anton du Beke.

Flinching, the judges were
Uncomplimentary;
Craig Revel Horwood, an
Ashen-faced wreck.
Sylvia Fairley

Bride’s sister
Buckleb’ry-huckleb’ry
Philippa Middleton
Stealing your sister’s show
Just isn’t fair

Was it a statement of
Eligibility
Wearing that slinky dress?
Quelle derrière!
Nicholas Hodgson

Quarrelsome duo
Twiddley, twiddledum,
David-Ed Milliband,
Quarrel and struggle to
Shore up the Left,

Spurning all spin that is
Triangulatory;
Will all the predators
Now lose their heft?
Alan Reddish

Telly aristocracy
Higgledy-piggledy
Jonathan Dimbleby –
Heir to the family,
Lord of the Box!

So, when he comes of such
High aristocracy,
What can he do, except
Follow the Fox.
George Inman

Oh, dear - we seem to have got our threads twisted here - do we need a new one so we can play "Occupy" without swerving from the double dactyls, of which I am guilty and for which I am sorry...?

No we can't, Ann. You'll be wanting turtle soup from golden spoons next. Tut!

Oops, I just sent you a PM, John, (from The Netherlands!) asking the same thing, before I saw your response to Ann.