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Cheers to those who've'n't forgotten me over here in my ickle corner of the earth.

Much to my chagrin, I've holes in my pockets and I've'n't an artistic bone in my body, so let's go about this the only way I know how: with a limerick.

To the Ginger-Haired Siren:

There once was this witch who knew she was fit
And would cheat every chance she knew she could get
With a flash of her leg
She'd win the whole game
And left the sods wondering with what they were hit

To the Best Looking Bloke, Second Only to Me:

An Ode to Your Life on a Farm, in Limerick form:

A farmer's young helper named Tull
Accidentally was milking a bull
The farmer said, "Yer dumb,
You done milked the wrong one!"
Said the boy, "But me whole bucket is full!"

To the Sister I Never Knew I Wanted:

She seems a feisty and confident one
Who's infatuated with her infant son
But she's a fine sight to see
When she's her true self with me
And the rest of the world's forgotten.

Date: 2008-02-15 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
One day I'm going to compile all of these that you've written and publish them in a book. You are quite talented, Michael.

Thank you for that, it's really very nice of you.

Date: 2008-02-15 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're going to split the profits as well, yeah? 80/20, in my favour?

Nothing doing. I mean them all from the bottom of my heart.

How'd the big day go? Tony appreciate all the hours of blood, sweat, and tears I put in to finding the perfect gift from you?

Date: 2008-02-15 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I don't think so, no. After all, I'm the one doing the gathering.

I'm not infatuated though.

Oh, it was fine. How did your day go?
Edited Date: 2008-02-15 08:19 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-02-15 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
But it's my creative brilliance and without it, you'd've nothing to sell. It's to be worth something. At least 80 percent.

This photo I have says otherwise.

Fine? That's it? I'm disappointed in Tony then. He should've at least earned a "better than a trip to the dentist".

I was dragged out shopping with you. Best Valentine's day ever, far as I'm concerned.

Date: 2008-02-15 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
40 percent, maybe. I'll be gathering and organising it.

Photograph? What photograph?

It's fine, that's all there is to say. He had to work, so, it's fine.

You shouldn't say 'dragged' if you had a good time. Perhaps you weren't eager at the off, but you had a lovely time, even if Brennan needs more attention than you. I know it upsets you.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
40's too low. Gathering and orgainising'll take you what? Twenty minutes? I've spent the better part of my young life pouring over the right rhyming combination. That's worth at least 75.

The one I snapped of the two of you a few days back when you were visiting. Right after you fed him. I don't know, you look pretty infatuated to me.

He'd to work? I thought he had the night off.

Yeah, but short of messing myself and finding myself a wet nurse, I reckon'll've to deal. After all, the kid won't be cute forever.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
45 then. That's my final offer.

I'll have to take a look at that photograph next I see you. He's quite charming when he wants to be, you know. I'm just trying to be a decent mother.

He did, but plans changed. It doesn't matter; you know what I said.

He will be cute forever. His father is, after all. It's possible.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And 60's mine.

Wasn't implying you weren't. Quite the opposite, actually.

Yeah, I was hoping that'd changed over the last day or two.

Oi, give me fair warning next time you've something humourous to say. I shot my lager clear across the room there after reading that. Damn, my nose burns.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Then I'll just keep all the profits, I suppose.

I don't know about that. I think actually -- No, never mind. I don't really want to discuss it.

So had I, but not as such. It's fine, or it will be, maybe. I don't think it matters.

We've already had this discussion, though I do wish I agreed with you right now.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think it's best if we reconsider the options and come back to the table when neither of us're feeling so hasty.

What? Why?

It needs to be. No maybes about it.

C'mon, now. You've seen his eyebrows, yeah? Dead frightening.

Date: 2008-02-15 11:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm not doing anything in haste, I thought you knew that?

Not everything goes as planned, Michael. If anyone knows that, it's me. In fact, most plans are useless and impossible. I don't know why any bothers with them in the first place.

We should discuss your eyebrows instead.

Date: 2008-02-16 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've new reservations for tomorrow night, yeah? Let me make it up to you.

Date: 2008-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Brennan needs me. I'll see you when you get home.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I understand that you and Tony have purchased your own accomodations. Does this mean you'll be in Annesley for longer than you previously anticipated?

Date: 2008-02-15 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Anthony bought something, yes. I don't know how long I'll be here for, but Anthony is very happy with his job, that's certain.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You mean he's not returning here with you?

Date: 2008-02-15 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I didn't say that, did I? We haven't made any decisions just yet.

Date: 2008-02-15 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm sorry, Pansy, I didn't mean to upset you. Mike told me the news and I was surprised is all.

Date: 2008-02-15 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm not upset! We can't stay in a hotel forever, and we can't stay on the couch at Michael's either. There's three of us.

Australia is a very beautiful country, you know. And Anthony does have a good job that he loves. He doesn't have to leave.

Date: 2008-02-15 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You've certainly a point. I suppose I'm negating myself because I was surprised that you were living there in the first place.

Has he said he wants to stay?

Date: 2008-02-16 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Living in Australia? You're not alone in that.

I don't know what he wants.

Date: 2008-02-15 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ha! I always knew I was the best-looking bloke. Cheers.

Date: 2008-02-16 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oi mate, you're overlooking the "second only to me" part there. That's the most important bit of all.

Date: 2008-02-16 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You reckon Cupid'd need the day off? His job sounds a tad like a breeze.

Date: 2008-02-16 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Who wouldn't need a day off from all the ruddy flowers and pink and the giant, unwashed nappy?

Date: 2008-02-16 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've'n't a single idea what you're talking about, Michael Corner. I recall that game, and I distinctly remember a gust of wind catching my robes.

Date: 2008-02-16 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's that faulty memory of yours rearing its ugly head again. There wasn't a breeze in the sky to speak of. It was all strategy, that's what it was. And a spectacular bit of cheating.

Date: 2008-02-16 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Taking advantage of your enemy's weakness isn't cheating.

And I beg to differ; there was a breeze. Perhaps you couldn't feel it because some of us were flying faster than others on our brooms, while some were busy taking a gander at legs and such.

Date: 2008-02-16 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
S'pose not, but I wasn't the enemy. I was the opposition. Bit of difference there is in that and it's the difference that deems it cheating.

In my defence, it was a mite difficult not to gander at legs when said legs were attached to a fit redhead I used to court. Now if it'd been Terry's legs, reckon I would have lost my sight altogether and crashed fantastically into the nearest tree.

Date: 2008-02-16 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
When it comes to Quidditch, the opposition is the enemy.

Then Terry's strategy would've been as sound as effective as my own.
Edited Date: 2008-02-16 08:46 pm (UTC)


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