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Random Fandom

Random Fandom

Random Fandom

is a thing…

that poets seldom get;

but, once, and,

maybe not even then,


was admired from afar,

considered a star,

given a ‘Hussah!’



have never forgotten the moment…

when I made that up.

Random Words (speak them in a random way)

Random Words

It has come to our attention

that a problem needs a mention

and maybe here and now

is the time we should say how

we think that you could fix it

even if it isn’t broken;

still, it could be mended

to be as good lord God intended

if he exists as spoken

in the words of the ‘Good’ book;

here, take a look…

Pages four hundred seven through eleven

where it tells about the stuff

that if says is most important,

memorise this you’ll get to Heaven

or somewhere else

that’s cold an damp

has one dull lamp

and a mattress.



‘Memes have themes

Some are dumb

Some make sense;

Hence, they are,

And continue to be,

Receiving popularity.’

Now pop that on a random (possibly pretty) picture so that it’s not just words and people with little or no attention span can look at it and ‘maybe’ see the message.


Who He?


Who He?

What He do?

Was He Famous?

I’ve not a clue.

Is He live?


Is He dead?

Is there a price

Upon His Head?

What He write?

Was It good?

I read CrimeFiction

Is He understood?

Who He?

What He do?


Some Words (in a random order)


A community of artists
Had contracted measles.
Lately, this had spread to their easels
(But, fortunately, their weasels were blessed with immunity).
So, enquiring to the possibility
Of hiring (and quickly firing – when job done) some finishists (or anti-startists)
The painter-types sought fainter hypes
With which to remove the lots of spots
To prove that quainter pipes
May get the hots for painting pots
And crushes with those who wield brushes
Could yield bonus paints
Is this going to work?
We don’t know, I shirk
If you have a clue, please phone us
We need your assistance
In this subtle dance
We shall
In a while
That the resist stance
Is futile.

The Lady Vanishes


The lady vanishes!
Would she be up for vanishing my staircase?
It needs a rub down and a coat or two.
And if it’s really cold
A hat and scarf would help
Wrap up warm, I say
I say I say
What do I say?
It’s no joke.
When she cries she calls another’s name
Which is the lyric from a song
Spirit of the Age I think
I think I think
By Hawkwind
From way back long ago.
Anyway, what’s the cost of a revarnish of a set of stairs?
Sounds most reasonable.
Next Tuesday?

Randomness is a virtual virtue (or is it?)

Warning - portal possibilities!

Warning – portal possibilities!

No matter if you can’t be a sayer
Of onomatopoeia.
Or if you get your ‘Euphoria’
Mixed up with your ‘Hypochondria’
They are only words
That in some quarters
(Or thirds)
Are no more relevant
Than an Indian elegant.
What matters is
Your passion
To avoid the trap
Of fashion
And whether you care
About the letters there
In order to put your best
In order, lest they fail to achieve
Their potential in another dimensional vista.
Platitudes at latitudes
And attitudes to longitudes
May change
Be re-arranged;
But ‘nothing’ lasts for ever;
And ‘something’ always changes
Strange is the thought that
That’s the way of things
C’est la vie!