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A Pome From Me 3: The Short Thread Locking Time-Out Paradox

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We want to keep this forum fresh, so we lock threads.
If threads lock too soon, will this put people off posting in them?

 

Anyway. Time for a Yorkshire poem. T'point o' Yorkshire poetry is to give a realistic look at t' mindse' o' Yorkshire folk, so no' in t' least bit stereotypical ;-)

 

"Wheer's me pen?"
I says to mesen,
"Ah've gorra wri'e summa' down."

Burrah'm lookin' hither an' thither

All of a dither

An' there's none to be seen around.

 

Ah goes t't' shop

An' my jaw does drop
On seein' ' price o' 2 biros.

"'Ow much?!" I protest,

"For tha' price it'd be''er be t' best

Pen ever to scrawl me prose!"

 

Wi' tha' said I wan''d to g'wome

Bu' no' far did I roam
Afore a loud'ailer split me ear.

It were a chari'y stall

Just packin' up whose call
Said they 'ad spare pens for all here.

I were rayt chuffed
Ah gorra couple o' free biros
And gev 'em summat for their time.
'Cos it's only when stuff's free
That anybody
Is gerrin' any money o' mine.

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It doesn't work that way on this small a forum.

People go on the forums, look for a thread relevant to them, and post on it.

Any activity is viable to spot by using View New Content, as this is a small forum.

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It doesn't work that way on this small a forum.

People go on the forums, look for a thread relevant to them, and post on it.

Any activity is viable to spot by using View New Content, as this is a small forum.

Sorry, I keep forgetting that View New Content exists. Esqui can vouch for that. ^^;

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This one's a song called Members Of The Old Guard.

 

We're members of the old guard
Didn't know it would be this hard
We're members of the old guard
And everywhere is parched
We're members of the old guard
And now it's time to march!

 

Hup-two hup-two about-face!
You're living in a demonstration of a disgrace.
Denial is so sweet, and we can shut the door
We don't want no new-fangled logic any more!

It doesn't take long
To join with us
We consider being told we're wrong
A definite plus.

We're members of the old guard
In the pub with a credit card
We're members of the old guard
The weather doesn't seem so harsh
We're members of the old guard
Building houses on a low, sodden marsh

 

(instrumental)

 

We're members of the old guard
Science and reason are permanently barred
We're members of the old guard
Rent you a home under a crumbling arch
We're members of the old guard

Basing decisions on an abnormally average month of March

 

We will soon tell you who we blame
We know why things will never be the same
The halcyon days of memory
Are a passcode to indemnity!

 

So if you remember the successes
Of the trolley bus
Celebrate its dismantlement
In a Chelsea Tractor convoy you can trust.

 

We're members of the old guard
By scoffs and derision we'll die hard
We're members of the old guard
Showing friends and enemies arch,

We're members of the old guard
And ill-advised or not, we will march.

We're members of the old guard
Ears and eyes wide shut, so listen hard
We're members of the old guard
Keeping canapés on the menu and shirts starched
We're members of the old guard
It's far too late, you're screwed, we already marched...

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