The poem “Tim” is a word play about a magnificent Monty Python character.


Tim

They call me Tim
enchanter of the flaming staff
a simple name
to shoot the fire from my hand
short for nothing
that was the name my mother gave
I’ll compensate
by exploding trees, much to do
before I tell
location of the Holy Grail
beyond the cave
guarded by a creature oh so foul
littered the ground
with bones of those already fell
if you do dare
follow me to meet your doom
by pointy teeth
not behind the rabbit seen
a vicious streak
it’s a killer that will do a cheek
not to nibble
leaping through the air to rent the throat
I warned you
always the same when they come
charging forward
to meet the creature of dynamite
change the armor
before you taunt to turn the fight
bless hand grenade
by Brother Maynard’s holy hand
take out the pin
count to three, no more or less
by number third
throw to slay your evil foe.

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Wikipedia tells me that the Easter Bunny is a fantasy character depicted as a rabbit bringing Easter eggs. Originating among German Lutherans, the Easter Hare originally played the role of a judge, evaluating whether children were good or disobedient in behaviour at the start of the season of Eastertide.

Wikipedia tells you what they WANT you to believe.  The truth is much different.  The Easter Bunny is a creature so foul, so cruel, that no man yet has fought with it... and lived! BONES of full fifty men lie *strewn* about its lair!  If you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.

Don't look BEHIND the rabbit.  It *is* the rabbit!  The Easter Bunny is no ordinary rabbit.  It is the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!  That rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!   It will not nibble your bum.  It's got huge, sharp... er... He can leap about. Look at the bones!   You've been warned.  Rabbit stew is NOT comin' right up!

I am so ashamed... I should throw myself on a bunny! Hey... I think some of those were trick questions!!! (snicker)

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I get tickled by the silliest things when I watch Monty Python's Flying Circus. Witness a portion of the Fish License Sketch:

( Very Silly Indeed! )

And now an appeal for sanity from the Reverend Arthur Belling.

You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives. It is up to people like you and me who are out of our tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk...' And then you can go 'Neurhhh! Neurhh!' and then you can roll around on the floor going 'pting pting pting' .

The Reverend Arthur Belling is Vicar of St Loony Up The Cream Bun and Jam.



{Monty Python Episode 21}

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
galloping through the sward,
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
and his horse Concorde.
He steals from the rich,
he gives to the poor,
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
Riding through the night.
Soon every lupin in the land
Will be in his mighty hand
He steals them from the rich
And gives them to the poor
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
Dumdum alum the night.
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
Dun de dun dum plight.
He steals dumdum dun
And dumdum dum dee
Dennis dun, Dennis dee, dum dum dum.

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
Riding through the woods.
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
With a bag of things.
He gives to the poor and he takes from the rich
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore.

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Etcetera, etcetera...

Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Riding through the land
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Without a merry band
He steals from the poor.
And gives to the rich
Stupid bitch.

Dennis Moore:
Wait a tic... blimey, this redistribution of wealth is trickier than I thought.