Trekemata
Enough of these τρεκηματα. Who is this chap Shakespeare anyway?
A fool once armed with a blunderbuss
Started a great big fuss
He aimed the gun at his head
But being in bed
Instead he was run over by a bus.
Sonnet 130.2
Sonnet 130.2 (or (?) "Shakespeare in the Original Klingon"
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Blood is more green than her antenna's green
If moons be four, why then her heads are one
If hairs be wires, black wires grow from her spleen.
I have seen noses stationed, left and right
But no such noses see I on her knees
And in an asteroid belt is more delight
Then when her several digits start to tease.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That micro-waves are much more audible.
I grant I never saw a goddess grow
But her expansions are implausible
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any that do go round breathing air!"
The Scottie Play
Stop that funky gibber!
AND NOW:
The Compleat έργα of William Shatner.
Much Ado About Klingons.
Twelfth Stardate.
Richard IX Part 8.
Romeo and Jean-Luc.
Two Gentlemen of the Engine Room
The Scottie Play
{The Enterprise whooshes across the page}
The Electro-Magnetic Turbulence
The Merchant of Vulcan
Curlicue
Fig. 1. "Karl Marx's wife was a woman." (unattrib.)
{A large equilateral triangle with a flower (1) growing from its right side. The triangle contains an inverted curlicue (2), and out on the left side one staple shape floats in a larger one with rounded ends (3). Below the bottom left corner is a mouse (4). The triangle is supported by a small ball (5), which is supported by another small ball (6), which is in turn supported by a third (7). The triangle also has a bottom right corner (8) and an apex (10). There is no (9).}
1. Amazon basin
2. Washing: spin cycle
3. Thermonuclear war
4. Purely ornamental
5. Ireland
6. The key of G.
7. An ex-gibbon
8. Molasses and how to acquire them
9. Graphic equalizer
10. Top
O, ye use being!
If all the world were custard
And all the seas were gin
We'd coat the floor with mustard
Till the saints go marching in.
If all the land were numbers
And the treacle cottage pie
Though liquorice our slumbers
Tis time to say goodbye.
O, ye use being!
I? Ye? Obese gnu.
And they call it
{wibbly blob with a face} = {large tree} × 50 {pineapple, with two dashed lines emanating from it to corner the tree}
Suggestions?
No 4. Reginald Magdalen's continuum
Introducing ...
three slightly distorted entities saying nothing ...
and they call it
"39, WILLIAM STREET"
Oh no!
Saluton!
Saluton!
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Probably weather
Did you bath your fish?
Oh, that's where my pen went.
"π2 = π × π". Discuss.
TODAY'S WEATHER:
ABSOLUTELY BLOODY DISGUSTING. DON'T GO OUT.
AND THE OUTLOOK FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY:
COLD, PROBABLY.
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