SayWhat?

Since we’re scattered and cannot jam or record right now, we’ll put some written material up as new fodder for your entertainment. We will all contribute our bits and pieces and hopefully you’ll find something interesting. We can’t promise it will be politically correct – in fact, that’s unlikely. But, that’s not different from any other page on this site. …And who even knows what anyone thinks is ‘correct’ anymore?      So, away we go…

 

From RJ:

One day at the doctor…
Featuring:
Gertrude- An olde lady
The Doctor – An olde doctor

Gertrude: Have you a hammer?
Doctor: And quite a big one too. I keep it handy at all times.
Gertrude: I’ve need of it now. May I use it for a moment?
Doctor: And why do you ask, may I ask.
Gertrude: I’m building a bridge to span the St. Croix!
Doctor: Ah, of course you are and so marvelous it will be!
Gertrude: You’re just making fun, and just for fun.
Doctor: But it is so easy.
Gertrude: Don’t make me wretch you filthy wretch
Doctor: But my hammer is only rubber
Gertrude: Of course, and so are my nails!

Giving the man on the right
A nod of the head
I turn to say hello
And notice a hook for a hand
I blink and say, ‘well, that’s strange’
I don’t remember having that put on

 

 

A lyric from my youth, from a band long gone
After reading this you won’t wonder why

It was 2094
And I could find no Shetlands
Or wealthy friends
Anywhere
It seems they had all deserted me
For some reason
When I went mad
So now only the walls
Are my friends
And they talk to me
When I’m lonely

 

 

Contribution from Fritz:

What’s bugging Murfurt and why does Murfurt let it bug him so?

Murfurt Moggle was minding his business but his business was slow that day. When once upon a moment an idea popped up and bothered him immensely. “Go away!” shouted Murfurt at the top of his voice. But the idea would not budge. Even when he tried to dislodge it with a fierce look it stayed firmly put. It just sat on the couch and started at him as if waiting for a reply. Well, this just would not do. Murfurt needed his space and did not like having new ideas intrude on his comfort. So Murfurt thought about it and he thought about it. But since he had no ideas of his own, nothing occurred to him.

Taking this as a sign, whether from above or not, Murfurt decided to try to get along with this strange new idea. He simply could not ignore the pest. It nudged him and prodded him and made him all anxious and sweaty. Like a toothy puppy with needle sharp fangs it nipped at him and would not go away. It just would not go away. He tried to reason with it, but he lost every argument. So, dejected and feeling resigned to his woeful fate he embarked on one last desperate gamble. He bet the idea it would not work. But the idea was resourceful – much more resourceful than Murfurt. And as much as he tried, Murfurt could not make it fail.

He sighed and took a deep breath. Since he could not have his old comfort back, Murfurt decided to try to get comfortable with the new idea. It took some time, but eventually he managed to find peace and accept what he believed he could not before. And, since the idea worked, it actually made life easier for Murfurt. As it took a load from Murfurt’s shoulders he even began to enjoy the idea. He then grew familiar with the idea and even began to grow fond of it.

Over time, and now out from under a cloud, the two began to hang out together. As they rambled together through the world Murfurt used to inhabit they came across Murfurt’s old friends. But when Murfurt tried to introduce his new idea to his erstwhile friends they were horrified and did not want to know the idea. They were quite content to be clueless. But soon, the idea introduced Murfurt to his friends. Soon he became acquitted with many new ideas. And they ticked his curiosity. Very tickled he was. He began laughing, and out loud as well. He was no longer bothered by these new ideas – he was, in fact, intrigued. Even as his old world disappeared, a new world had opened for Murfurt.

So, while his old acquaintances labored in darkness, for once and for all Murfurt was finally happy. I’m sure the moral is obvious. If it’s still a mystery, just go back and read it again from the beginning. Slowly.

 

From Ralph:

Someone said I am
        And I said no
And they said I should
        And I said I won’t
So I ramble on,
        Happy in my own way

 

Late night tea
And discussion of the past day
Reflections of the present and predictions for tomorrow
Amid curling wisps of smoke from the fire
An uttered prayer of hope
Then all is dark and quiet and peaceful

 

People are only human…and that’s the problem.         …And, that’s the problem.

 

And, from Attila:

That’s my face you’re looking at
Snarled the man with the wart
I hadn’t been looking
But this made me stop
So I stared and laughed
While he enraged himself
Turning hues of red and blue
But his real beauty mark
Was the resonant hollow inside his empty head
(Some people will make an issue of anything…)