Busy again!
What, I wonder, did we do before we had the wonderful world of Youtube?
To entertain you (and I defy anyone to say he’s not entertained!) while I’m off the air, here’s the Master, performing this classic.
What’s that, you say? You want to know what keeps me busy? A classroom full of Japanese students. I’m sure it will be fun, though I’m a little nervous about the “Aussie BBQ lunch.”
THE NEW RELIGION
The barbecue! Suburban males’ sacred weekend rite.
With beer can orb, for sceptre, now, a fork.
When cheaper cuts of meat are set alight
And women banned from joining priestly talk.
All hail the meat incinerator!
Handmaidens to him wilted lettuce bring.
Praise him! Praise the monstrous perpetrator.
Libation pour and loud! the paean sing.
Have fun!
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Ahhh, the rites of summer!
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m.heart…yes, indeed. 😉
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Ahhh, the Master, indeed. Thanks for that, such a day brightener. Actually, it already is a wonderful sunny, balmy day, so Noel just made it a it better. Japanese students? BBQ? I hope you have a nice balmy day for it; certainly loses something when held in the rain.
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Carol…thought you’d like it. And we had sunny weather for the visiting students. The Great Aussie Barbie? Sadly, pretty much what you’d expect.
😦
But most seemed to enjoy it.
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Those handmaidens – I take it they brought lettuce with a gladsome mind?
(Great post!)
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christopher…thankyou. As to the gladsome minds…we are talking Aussie, y’know, mate! Gladsome is not a word oft heard.
(And should you want or need to know…I listened to 6 renditions of Waltzing (bloody!) Matilda by John Williamson. Came home, poured a delicious glass of Cabernet Merlot and put on some soothing Vivaldi.) 🙂
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Gladsome… a word I’ve not heard for eons. but I think it should be resurrected
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Yes, let us all, with gladsome hearts embrace a richer language. 😉
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Ah, The Master. When I was in college (back in the Eocene Era), the great challenge, as the evenings grew long and our glasses grew empty, was to remember all the words to Mad Dogs and Englishmen – in the correct order.
I think “even the caribous lie around and snooze ’cause there’s nothing else to do” is one of my favorite lyrics of all time.
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Melanie…good to see you out and about.
I see we played similar “drinking games.” 😉
“…the natives hope he will impale his solar topee…” remains one of my favourites.
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My father in law used to own a topee. I don’t think his had any solar power though…..
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Ha! Very funny 🙂
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Who was the lucky Aussie who got barbecued? I hope it was a volunteer. They don’t struggle as much.
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kyknoord…very droll. But I’m hoping for an excellent roasting of several on Saturday. 😉
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