An Alliterative Amorous Answer
Alliterative Love Letter
Adored and angelic Amelia. Accept an ardent and artless amourist’s affections, alleviate an anguished admirer’s alarms, and answer an amorous applicant’s avowed ardour. Ah, Amelia! all appears an awful aspect! Ambition, avarice and arrogance, alas are attractive allurements, and abase an ardent attachement. Appease an aching and affectionate adorer’s alarms, and anon acknowledge affianced Albert’s alliance as agreeable and acceptable.
Anxiously awaiting an affectionate and affirmative answer, accept an ardent admirer’s aching adieu. Always angelic and admirable Amelia’s admiring and affectionate amourist, Albert
Wit and Wisdom 1826
An Alliterative Answer
Artless Amelia Acme’s answer adamantly admonishing artful Albert Acne’s announced amorous ambitions, and assertive advances, actively advocates appropriate alternatives. Also, attesting abhorrent Albert’s attempted abduction, Amelia asks an adequate aureate award. Advance “ amical ” arrangements are altogether abjured.
Adieu Albert!
Abused Amelia, an adorable angel, aghast and askance, acknowledges agile apostate Albert’s apparently avuncular, albeit astonishingly audacious application, and, as alleged affiancement alliances and anticipations are absent, appends an acceptable, accurate answer.
Aggressively accosted, Amelia acts advisedly, asking an acceptably authentic apology affirming all Albert’s avowed affiancement allegations as archetypal authoritarian autocratic attempts at annulling Amelia’s autonomy. Also, Albert’s absolutely alarmingly acquisitive ambitions afford anguish, anxiety, and, afterall, acute anger. All are anathema, as Albert, an adder, assumed angelic approbation after an abject attempt at abrogating and appropriating all Amelia’s assets.
Agamous Albert’s age, adiposity, and abnormally abrasive accents also argued against amorous agglutination. Agamy appeared advisable as Amelia always aspired at attaining an absolute amour, assiduously avoiding ambiguity. Ardent admiration activated Albert’s appetite as Amelia’s allure and accomplishments attracted all-round applause.
Amelia and Albert are at an apogee. Alliance anticipations are antilogical as Amelia’s aplomb and articulateness, and Albert ’s anthropomorphic antics are as antipodes apart as Aphrodite and an anthropoid ape. Acataleptic Albert, Amelia’s antithesis, acting almost as an aggressive animal, abused Amelia’s adolescent acquaintance, Anabelle, an alluring afro actress, - actually auditionning as an aria alto, - adventuring affront abruptly abbreviated.
Albert’s apologists are accomplices aiding and abetting an attack (after anticipating advantages agreed aforehand) .... At Ashcloth Abbey altar agnostic Albert asked Assyriac Abyssinian Archdeacon Ahasuerus and Arabian acolyte Abdul abn Abdulaziz abn Abdullah Abu an aboveboard absolution although Abbott Abraham Allsaints’ anterior abjuration altered all accomodating actions.
Apprehending arrogant acquiline Albert’s arbitrary approach, Amelia appositely acted appropriately, adjusting apparel. Applause and approbation are apropos.
Albert abusively alledges aristocratic alabaster Amelia’s assent - an assumption as absurd as an ass astride an advocate assiduously assembling an ascorbic acid apparatus!
Abstemious Amelia’s abilities attract acclaim - above all admirable administrative aptitudes, artistic aims, analytical assurance, amiability and amenability. Altruistic Amelia amalgamating agreeableness and authority, always assists aliens.
Alcoholic Albert’s abominations abound, as aforementioned as all adults agree, admonishing an aggressive ambiance........Albert apes affability!
Abusive adulation appalls, accelerates aversion and attracts adverse acknowledgements alienating affirmative adhesions. Allegorical accolades, artificially addressed, accumulate absurdities. although amiable acolytes are acceptable additions. Argot argues against acceptance as avid adventurers assume affected accents -, acquiring added artificial accomplishments.
Addressing amoral Albert, and apprehending amorphous arrangements, Amelia advises acrimonious Albert’s accepting any alternative Abigail, Alice and Anabella, as affianced amourette. Auburns are also admired as are armed assegaie’d ashanti, andalousian, algonquin, anabaptist and amerindian amours:
Abigail, Ada, Adrienne, Adriana, Adelaide, Agatha, Aglaë, Alice, Aliette, await Albert,
Aline, Alison, Amy Amanda, Amandine Andrea, Angela, Angelica, Ann, anticipate Albert
Anna, Annabelle, Anne, Annette, Angelina, Annick, Annie, Andrée, Anthea, alleviate Albert
April, Ariane, Ariane, Arlette, Armande, Armelle, Ashley, Astarte, Ava, appreciate Albert
.....And Albert annoys Amelia! - aggravating!
Allez allégrement ami Albert! Après autres amitiés amoureuses accédez aussi aux aspirations affectives arrivant à accorder Amour avec Accord. Ailleurs, autres amazones attitrées, amantes acharnées, attendent, - absolument adorables, adultes attendrissantes, assurément admiratives. Aussitôt avisé, Adonis Albert, avancez aux aventures avec ardeur ainsi alimentant ambitions, avidité, avarice aussi! ASSEZ! Allez au......!
Accusing arrogant, avaricious Albert, astute Amelia analyses Albert’s arguments. - Attainted Albert’s ambitious alliance aspirations agreeable, attainable, admirable and admissable? ......An alarming assumption!
Ah! Any amorous association appears an atrocious abberation. Astronomers assert Aries, Aquarius are astrologically awry, ascendants antagonistically aspected. Astral arcana argue authentically atemporal antipathy. Auspicious Andromodean angles’ absence attest antidynamic aurae and accumulated asteroidal antibodies.
Academic Amelia's aims are admirable, abominably average Albert’s arch assertations astonish, approval absent.
Accountably, Amelia, applying an ancient adage, asks all attachments, abrogated. Accusatory affidavits authenticating Albert's activities attest an affective asymetry and Albert’s attempted ascendancy as an ascertainable assault.
Always astoundingly ambivalent, Albert’s allurement aimed at altering affections. An anticipatory accusatory arraignment appeared advisable, averting additionnal altercations. Accurate assessments are advocated and are almost always advantageous, allowing apposite appreciation, avoiding awkward associations.
Also, attentive acumen assists amorous alchemy amalgamating affinity, attraction, ardour, amity, admiration, and, anon, augurs an authentic amour among admiring amazons and ardently adoring Adams. Awed adoration and adulation are actively associated afterwards.
Alternative avenues are available, avoiding Amelia’s acrimony. Affectionnate aspirations are achievable as accomplished, affable, adulating aspirants abound, aiding adventurous amorous acrobatics: African at Abidjan, Accra, Addis Abbaba, Algiers and Angola, Australian, - at Adelaide and also among aborigines, arctic and antarctic, asian, armenian azeri. Amerindian: Aztec, amazonian, andean and argentinian, and American as at Alabama, Alaska, Arkansas, Arizona, Atlanta and - across Atlantic arrive at Azores.
Also additional areas are approachable: Aden, Afganistan, Albania, Andorra and Austria. Aachen, Aberdeen, Aberystwyth, Amersham, Amiens, Agen, Amsterdam, Aosta, Arras, Athens, Avon, and........ad absurdam! All across Africa, Arabia, America, Australasia, and Asia, Amor attracts. Amazons and Adams also acquire accessories assisting amatory achievements, any abnormal abstinence abhorred as an absurdity, an aberration, and an abuse.
After all, any affluent adorable acquaintance amply accredited abridges abstinence’s abyss, activating additionnal advantages. Able and agile adventurous applicants are acceptable and agreeably accomodated. Absorb all available accumulated advertisements and act accordingly, avoiding asinine avarice, arrogance, acquisitiveness, ambivalent attitudes, abusive anamorphoses, aggressivity, and, arightly, all antedated alimony agreements.
Alas! As all amical advice appeared awry, articulately Albert amassed assembled aides avouching ample auriferous awards.
An affected affability assisted Albert’s audacious agression. After assorted aperitifs and antipastas, asparagus, aspic, avocado, almonds, anchoveys, aubergines, and additional alimentation, after angastura, advocaat, ale, absinthe and armagnac.
Alas Albert adulterated Amelia’s alcohol 'accidentaly' adding an active aphrodosiac and arsenic as an apparently anodyne ascorbic acid alimentary aid aimed at appeasing abdominal aches.
Accursèd Albert, an anathema approached Amelia’s appartment antechamber. An awful accessory aided and abetted Albert’s ambitions, - an astigmatic, arthritic, asthmatic apprenticed assistant apothecary, alternately antipathetic and antisocial. Abominable antics!
Another apothecary, auspiciously arriving after an afternoon appel ably abbreviated and aptly alleviated all abdominal aches and agonizing aftereffects, administrating an aspirin and an anal analgesic antidote, avoiding angina, apoplexy and averting asthma, ancilliary ailments, and associated allergies. An antiseptic apple accelerated an amelioration and allowed Amelia, after an appreciable adjournment, an appreciated alleviation.
Ambitious, although ambivalent anglo-american assurance arbitrage affairs at an arcance alleyway accomodation address, an arcade archway around Adarkhorse Avenue, Ascot, allowed arriviste Albert adequate affluence. Against all assumptions, and at allround amazement after an anonymous alert, aureate accumulation abated.
An 'accidental' audit attenuated auspicious anticipations after auditors accused Albert, arguing arbitrary activities and accounting abnormalities.Accordingly, accablant accusations abounded as Albert’s affairs abruptly assumed an atrocious aspect. Accurate and authoritatively accessed archives attest actions absorbing all available assets.
Aleatory allocations and advances allowed Albert an astute alibi, although appalling accounting abberations argued an almighty abyss, appraised at an astronomical amount.
Although assigned at abode, anticipating an arrest, apprehensive Albert, affrighted, attempted an abscondment abroad. Abusing artless absentee associates, arrant Albert aimed at an Argentine asylum after Albion, alienating all about. Additionnally, as avenues affording alternative argent alimented Albert’s ambitions, Amelia’s abduction appeared an advantageous act affording an adequate apportionment, as abundant antique aquamarines, amber amulets, agates, adamantine artefracts, and attractivly accessible amethysts attracted Albert’s avidity.
An ace amateur articulate abstract artist’s authorized aquatints attest anaemic and absurd Albert’s arrest after an abortive, airborne attempt at abducting Amelia. All aspects are accurately authenticated, ably attested, and amusingly assessed. Azure arabesques, appositely adorned and accented, again and again add and accentuate artwork, adding an architecturally atypical atmosphere.
Anyhow, an affable agèd ambassador’s assistant, an alert, and able army adjutant, (Admiral Arthur Anderson’s aide Archie Android) , admirably and adoitly aborted atrocious Albert’s attack, - an abject amoured ambush assiduously aimed at assassinating adorable, amusing, Amelia. After an arduous affray advantaging Amelia and abridging Albert’s antagonisms, Amelia, arms akimbo, actively advanced against Albert’s allies.
Although an accursèdly accurately aimed arrow’s apex almost attained Amelia’s aortic artery (an apocalyptic apprehension) an athletic admirer arrived assudden and audaciously averted an arrant assault.
Afterwards, ashamed, all assailants abjectly abandoned arms and ammunition, asking appeasement approximating Antony’s Actium anticlimax and Aegyptian asp against Augustus and abjuring aggression. Although annihilation appeared appropriate Amelia accepted atonement.
Alerted after alarms at almost all alpine areas, amazed ambulance attendants aiding assimilated auxiliaries administered antibiotics against antibodies, and anticoagulants, amputated arms and appendices, as allies and attackers alike ailed after Albert’s agressive ambush.
Athwarted Albert’s abrupt abscondment abroad abrogated, associated asocial assassins are apprehended, arrested. Accountably, any additional aggression appears averted.
All abominable ambuscades and armed attempts at abrogating Amelia’s autonomy and authority averted, aristocratic Amelia, an Ann Arbor Arts' and applied Agronomy alumnus, angrily attacks Albert’s astoundingly anomalous artificies
Although alleviated, assured, Amelia asks an appreciable award, an altogether appropriate assessement, all angles amply ascertained, answering Albert’s approaches aloofly.
Agressive attitudes and assumptions asphyxiate any and all affectionate attachments as argumentative atmospheres alientate affections and atrophy amicable arrangements. Afterwards, antisocial actions and activities aggravate anxieties as assuaging approaches appear absent.
Accordingly, Amelia’s appointed and authorized attorneys, acting advisedly after annotating adequately accused Albert’s avaricious, and actionable activities, assiduously attack Albert arguing abuse, alienation and assault.
April, August ask, after arraignment, audience, and appropriate arbitration, an adjudication affording an adjustable and acceptably adequate annuity, and all ascertainable assets automatically assigned. Anticipating arrears, absolute accountability appears advisable as alleviating anxiety.
An antarctic abode, abannition amongst autochthonous antipodean australian alligators answers admirably as averting all attacks and abbreviating annual anguish.
Artificially advanced allegations about alledged agreements’ acceptance and arranged acquittal are abortive as accusatory accusations are affirmatively attested and authoritatively admissable at Assizes. An adjudicated award addressed annually adulterates acrimony and aids amenability.
Amelia’s advocates, affirming airtight arguments abovementionned, accordingly ask Albert’s arrest, also anticipate advance assurance accruals according Amelia an adequate, adjudged adjustable accurately assessable, accessible accumulated annual allowance.
Attentively awaiting an authoritave answer, Amelia's attorneys await authorization according Amelia aberdeen angus animal arena, abutting abattoir, ample agricultural acreage aboveground, also artesian access and assistance against Albert’s assuredly abnormally antagonistic andimadversion, animus and afabulations.
Above all, April August argue adroitly against additionnal asinine accomodation, acquiescence, adjournments and amendments as against Amelia’s advantage.
Accountants
Arthemus Anderson
Attorneys at Albany
April, August, Another, August, April, After & Associates,
Avocats à Amiens
Avril, Août, Autre, Août Avril Après & Associés,
(c) Jonathan Robin
n.b. The introduction below can be found in a little book called Wit and Wisdom, I came across at the British Museum Library some years ago quoting an anonymous authour in 1826.... Unfortunately I have been unable to find a link on the Internet
The story above with over 1700 words was written as a reply on behalf of Amelia in 1991 responding to Albert's original letter below and slightly expanded in June 1996: Although around 10% of the words ARE AS AN or AND there are few duplicates apart from 40 Amelia and 58 Alberts... which gives around 1450 words so far... to be updated Enjoy!
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Amelia Earhart
Amelia, Amelia where did you go?
They've searched and searched
but still we don't know.
Oh the courage to fly in the air
facing the danger, ready to dare
to complete your passion,
much out of fashion
for women of your time.
Amelia you're still on our minds today
even though the years have faded away.
Did you land down in the deep
or is the jungle
where you went to sleep?
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in life's unpredictable history.
You had the desire to take to the sky
and doing what you loved,
the fate to die.
And now the Capitalists sell your luggage
for travelers that love to fly.
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Amelia
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where theyve gone
Theyll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm
Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight
Its so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe Ive never really loved
I guess that is the truth
Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms
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You're A Good Man Albert Brown
Well you're a good man albert brown
And you was wounded in the war
And though you shot some people down
You're still a good man albert brown
Well you're a good man albert brown
Though you are drunk upon the floor
And if you're buying the next round
Then you're a good man albert...
Brown was the colour of the mud across the somme
Red was the blood you spilled upon it
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
White was the starch upon her bonnet
And you married that nurse
And her name was else
And then along came dad
...i'll have another pint of...
Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
Green is the cash you'd love to squander
Gold is the colour of your wife's faithful heart
So get yourself home, no more to wander
And you married that nurse
And her name's still else
And another child was had
You're a good man albert brown
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Albert's Allotment
Albert loved being on his allotment
he'd be on his plot everyday of the week
growing Cauliflower, Parsnip, Cabbage,
and winning awards for his Carrots, and Leek.
He spent so much time on his allotment
his wife thought he was having an affair
but Albert was more interested in his Potatoes
than any curvy woman with long Blonde hair.
When it rained Albert sat in his shed
reading Gardening books and having a cuppa
then he'd be out again digging for hours
till his wife called him in for his supper.
Albert liked growing all sorts of vegetables
but his favourite of the lot was the Marrow
he could grow them so big and so large
that some wouldn't fit into his Wheelbarrow.
Albert is buried down on his beloved allotment
as that was to be his final dying wish
when tearfully his wife asked him why he replied:
'So I can keep an eye on my Runner Beans and Radish! '
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Frankie & Albert
1. frankie was a good girl.
Everybody knows.
For albert's new suite of clothes.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
2. albert said, "i'm leaving you.
Won't be gone for long.
Don't wait for me.
A-worry about me when i'm gone."
He was her man but he done her wrong.
3. frankie went down to the corner saloon.
Get a bucket of beer.
Said to the bartender.
"has my lovin' man been here?"
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
4. "well, i ain't gonna tell you no stories.
I ain't gonna tell you no lies.
I saw albert an hour ago.
With a gal named alice bly."
He was her man but he done her wrong.
5. frankie went down to 12th street.
Lookin' up through the window high.
She saw her albert there.
Lovein' up alice bly.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
6. frankie pulled out a pistol.
Pulled out a forty-four.
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot
And albert fell on the floor.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
7. frankie got down upon her knees.
Took albert into her lap.
Started to hug and kiss him.
But there was no bringin' him back.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
8. "gimme a thousand policemen.
Throw me into a cell.
I shot my albert dead.
And now i'm goin' to hell.
He was her man but he done me wrong."
9. judge said to the jury.
"plain as a thing can be.
A woman shot her lover down.
Murder in the second degree."
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
10. frankie went to the scaffold.
Calm as a girl could be.
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens.
Said, "nearer, my god, to thee."
He was her man but he done her wrong.
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All we did in Alabama was have a read through with the script, but there was, 'No, well, it needs more. You've got to do this, Albert. You've got to do that, Jessica.' It didn't feel like that at all.
quote by Albert Finney
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I'm very happy. I like my work and the various aspects of it-going around the world, teaching the gospel according to St. Albert.
quote by Albert Ellis
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Amelia Earharts Last Fligh
Just a ship out on the ocean, a speck against the sky,
Amelia earhart flying that sad day;
With her partner, captain noonan, on the second of july
Her plane fell in the ocean, far away.
Theres a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, amelia earhart,
Farewell, first lady of the air.
Half an hour later her sos was heard,
Her signals weak, but still her voice was brave.
In shark-infested waters her aeroplane went down that night
In the blue pacific to a watery grave.
Theres a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, amelia earhart,
Farewell, first lady of the air.
Now you heard my story bout this awful tragedy,
We all pray shell fly home safe again.
In years to come, though others blaze a trail across the sea,
Well neer forget amelia and her plane.
Theres a beautiful, beautiful field
Far away-ay-ay in a land that is fair.
Happy landings to you, amelia earhart,
Farewell, first lady of the air.
Farewell, first lady of the air.
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Frankie Albert
1. frankie was a good girl.
Everybody knows.
For alberts new suite of clothes.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
2. albert said, Im leaving you.
Wont be gone for long.
Dont wait for me.
A-worry about me when Im gone.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
3. frankie went down to the corner saloon.
Get a bucket of beer.
Said to the bartender.
Has my lovin man been here?
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
4. well, I aint gonna tell you no stories.
I aint gonna tell you no lies.
I saw albert an hour ago.
With a gal named alice bly.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
5. frankie went down to 12th street.
Lookin up through the window high.
She saw her albert there.
Lovein up alice bly.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
6. frankie pulled out a pistol.
Pulled out a forty-four.
Gun went off a rootie-toot-toot
And albert fell on the floor.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
7. frankie got down upon her knees.
Took albert into her lap.
Started to hug and kiss him.
But there was no bringin him back.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
8. gimme a thousand policemen.
Throw me into a cell.
I shot my albert dead.
And now Im goin to hell.
He was her man but he done me wrong.
9. judge said to the jury.
Plain as a thing can be.
A woman shot her lover down.
Murder in the second degree.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
Instrumental
10. frankie went to the scaffold.
Calm as a girl could be.
Turned her eyes up towards the heavens.
Said, nearer, my god, to thee.
He was her man but he done her wrong.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Uncle Albert/admiral Halsey
Were so sorry uncle albert
Were so sorry if we caused you any pain
Were so sorry uncle albert
But theres no one left at home
And I believe Im gonna rain
Were so sorry but we havent heard a thing all day
Were so sorry uncle albert
But if anything should happen well be sure to give a ring
Were so sorry uncle albert
But we havent done a bloody thing all day
Were so sorry uncle albert
But the kettles on the boil and were so easily called away
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Admiral halsey notified me
He had to have a berth or he couldnt get to sea
I had another look and I had a cup of tea and butter pie
(the butter wouldnt melt so I put it in the pie)
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Live a little be a gypsy, get around(get around)
Get your feet up off the ground
Live a little, get around
Live a little be a gypsy, get around(get around)
Get your feet up off the ground
Live a little, get around
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Hand across the water (water)
Heads across the sky
Ooo------------ooo-------------
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The Warrior King
Albert, King of the Belgians,
Lived for his whole reign thro'
The father and friend of his people,
Soldier and statesman, too.
When his armies rode to the carnage,
'Twas their King who rode at their hear
To battle as great Kings battled...
And Albert the King is dead.
Albert, King of the Belgians,
Looking at doomed Louvain,
Wept for the plight of his people,
Grieved for his country's pain.
But the pride of a King upheld him;
The strength of a true King stayed,
And the love of a wise King triumphed
Thro' the travail, undismayed.
Albert, King of the Belgians,
After the red war's close,
Seeking no rest from his labors,
As a builder now arose;
Lending his life to service,
Turning to tasks anew,
Healing his country's war-wounds
Builder and comforter, too.
Albert, King of the Belgians,
Died as a Man would die,
Prone on earth's broad bosom,
Under the open sky.
To a swift and merciful passing,
Here went, at the end of his span,
A greater that King of his people
A wise and well-loved man.
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The Lion and Albert
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.
A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.
They didn't think much of the Ocean:
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.
So, seeking for further amusement,
They paid and went into the Zoo,
Where they'd Lions and Tigers and Camels,
And old ale and sandwiches too.
There were one great big Lion called Wallace;
His nose were all covered with scars -
He lay in a somnolent posture,
With the side of his face on the bars.
Now Albert had heard about Lions,
How they was ferocious and wild -
To see Wallace lying so peaceful,
Well, it didn't seem right to the child.
So straightway the brave little feller,
Not showing a morsel of fear,
Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear.
You could see that the Lion didn't like it,
For giving a kind of a roll,
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im,
And swallowed the little lad 'ole.
Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence,
And didn't know what to do next,
Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert',
And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'
Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom -
Quite rightly, when all's said and done -
Complained to the Animal Keeper,
That the Lion had eaten their son.
The keeper was quite nice about it;
He said 'What a nasty mishap.
Are you sure that it's your boy he's eaten?'
Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!'
The manager had to be sent for.
He came and he said 'What's to do?'
Pa said 'Yon Lion's 'et Albert,
'And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too.'
Then Mother said, 'Right's right, young feller;
I think it's a shame and a sin,
For a lion to go and eat Albert,
And after we've paid to come in.'
The manager wanted no trouble,
He took out his purse right away,
Saying 'How much to settle the matter?'
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?'
But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone.
She said 'No! someone's got to be summonsed' -
So that was decided upon.
Then off they went to the P'lice Station,
In front of the Magistrate chap;
They told 'im what happened to Albert,
And proved it by showing his cap.
The Magistrate gave his opinion
That no one was really to blame
And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.
At that Mother got proper blazing,
'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she.
'What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'
poem by Marriott Edgar
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Albert and the Lion
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.
A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.
They didn't think much of the Ocean:
The waves, they were fiddlin' and small,
There was no wrecks and nobody drownded,
Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.
So, seeking for further amusement,
They paid and went into the Zoo,
Where they'd Lions and Tigers and Camels,
And old ale and sandwiches too.
There were one great big Lion called Wallace;
His nose were all covered with scars -
He lay in a somnolent posture,
With the side of his face on the bars.
Now Albert had heard about Lions,
How they was ferocious and wild -
To see Wallace lying so peaceful,
Well, it didn't seem right to the child.
So straightway the brave little feller,
Not showing a morsel of fear,
Took his stick with its 'orse's 'ead 'andle
And pushed it in Wallace's ear.
You could see that the Lion didn't like it,
For giving a kind of a roll,
He pulled Albert inside the cage with 'im,
And swallowed the little lad 'ole.
Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence,
And didn't know what to do next,
Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert',
And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'
Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom -
Quite rightly, when all's said and done -
Complained to the Animal Keeper,
That the Lion had eaten their son.
The keeper was quite nice about it;
He said 'What a nasty mishap.
Are you sure that it's your boy he's eaten?'
Pa said "Am I sure? There's his cap!'
The manager had to be sent for.
He came and he said 'What's to do?'
Pa said 'Yon Lion's 'et Albert,
'And 'im in his Sunday clothes, too.'
Then Mother said, 'Right's right, young feller;
I think it's a shame and a sin,
For a lion to go and eat Albert,
And after we've paid to come in.'
The manager wanted no trouble,
He took out his purse right away,
Saying 'How much to settle the matter?'
And Pa said "What do you usually pay?'
But Mother had turned a bit awkward
When she thought where her Albert had gone.
She said 'No! someone's got to be summonsed' -
So that was decided upon.
Then off they went to the P'lice Station,
In front of the Magistrate chap;
They told 'im what happened to Albert,
And proved it by showing his cap.
The Magistrate gave his opinion
That no one was really to blame
And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.
At that Mother got proper blazing,
'And thank you, sir, kindly,' said she.
'What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy Lions? Not me!'
poem by Marriott Edgar
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Fat Albert his White Gang
fat albert
is funny but not when he is white
runs never
his gang is white
and its not as funny
as the black fat albert
If there is a sin against life, it consist perhaps not so much in despairing of life as hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life. Albert Camus
quote by Albert Camus
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The Return of Albert
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom,
In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year,
With a stick and 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
Gave a lion a poke in the ear.
The name of the lion was Wallace,
The poke in the ear made 'im wild;
And before you could say 'Bob's your Uncle,'
'E'd up and 'e'd swallered the child.
'E were sorry the moment 'e'd done it,
With children 'e'd always been chums,
And besides, 'e'd no teeth in 'is noodle,
And 'e couldn't chew Albert on t'gums.
'E could feel the lad moving inside 'im,
As 'e lay on 'is bed of dried ferns,
And it might 'ave been little lad's birthday,
'E wished 'im such 'appy returns.
But Albert kept kicking and fighting,
Till Wallace arose feeling bad,
And felt it were time that 'e started to stage
A come-back for the lad.
So with 'is 'ead down in a corner,
On 'is front paws 'e started to walk,
And 'e coughed and 'e sneezed and 'e gargled,
Till Albert shot out like a cork.
Old Wallace felt better direc'ly,
And 'is figure once more became lean,
But the only difference with Albert
Was 'is face and 'is 'ands were quite clean.
Meanwhile Mister and Missus Ramsbottom
'Ad gone 'ome to tea feeling blue;
Ma says 'I feel down in the mouth like,'
Pa says "Aye! I bet Albert does too.'
Said Ma 'It just goes for to show yer
That the future is never revealed,
If I thought we was going to lose 'im
I'd 'ave not 'ad 'is boots soled and 'eeled.
'Let's look on the bright side,' said Father
'What can't be 'elped must be endured,
Every cloud 'as a silvery lining,
And we did 'ave young Albert insured.'
A knock at the door came that moment,
As Father these kind words did speak,
'Twas the man from t'Prudential,
E'd called for their 'tuppence per person per week.'
When Father saw who 'ad been knocking,
'E laughed and 'e kept laughing so,
That the young man said 'What's there to laugh at?'
Pa said 'You'll laugh an' all when you know.'
'Excuse 'im for laughing,' said Mother,
'But really things 'appen so strange,
Our Albert's been ate by a lion,
You've got to pay us for a change.'
Said the young feller from the Prudential,
'Now, come come, let's understand this,
You don't mean to say that you've lost 'im?'
Ma says 'Oh, no! we know where 'e is.'
When the young man 'ad 'eard all the details,
A bag from 'is pocket he drew,
And he paid them with interest and bonus,
The sum of nine pounds four and two.
Pa 'ad scarce got 'is 'and on the money,
When a face at the window they see,
And Mother says 'Eeh! look, it's Albert,'
And Father says 'Aye, it would be.'
Young Albert came in all excited,
and started 'is story to give,
And Pa says 'I'll never trust lions again,
Not as long as I live.'
The young feller from the Prudential
To pick up his money began,
And Father says 'Eeh! just a moment,
Don't be in a hurry, young man.'
Then giving young Albert a shilling,
He said 'Pop off back to the Zoo.
'Ere's your stick with the 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
Go and see what the Tigers can do!'
poem by Marriott Edgar
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Albert's Return
You've `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom
At the zoo up at Blackpool one year
With a stick with an `orse's `ead `andle
Gave a lion a poke in the ear?
The name of the lion was Wallace,
The poke in the ear made `im wild
And before you could say "Bob's yer uncle"
E'd upped and `e'd swallowed the child.
`E were sorry the moment `e done it;
With children `e'd always been chums,
And besides, `e'd no teeth in his muzzle,
And `e couldn't chew Albert on't gums.
`E could feel the lad movin' inside `im
As `e lay on `is bed of dried ferns;
And it might `ave been little lad's birthday-
E wished `im such `appy returns.
But Albert kept kickin' and fightin'-
And Wallace got up, feelin' bad.
Decided 'twere time that `e started
To stage a comeback for the lad.
Then puttin' `ead down in one corner,
On `is front paws `e started to walk;
And `e coughed, and `e sneezed, and `e gargled
`Till Albert shot out - like a cork!
Now Wallace felt better directly
And `is figure once more became lean.
But the only difference with Albert Was,
`is face and `is `ands were quite clean.
Meanwhile Mr. and Mrs. Ramsbottom
`Ad gone back to their tea, feelin' blue.
Ma said, "I feel down in the mouth, like.
" Pa said, "Aye, I bet Albert does, too."
Said Mother, "It just goes to show yer
That the future is never revealed;
If I'd thowt we was goin' to lose `im,
I'd `ave not `ad `is boots soled and `eeled."
"Let's look on the bright side," said Father,
"Wot can't be `elped must be endured;
Each cloud `as a silvery lining,
And we did `ave young Albert insured."
A knock on the door came that moment
As Father these kind words did speak.
`Twas the man from Prudential - `e'd come for
Their tuppence per person per week.
When Father saw `oo `ad been knockin',
`E laughed, and `e kept laughin` so -
The man said "`Ere, wot's there to laugh at?"
Pa said "You'll laugh and all when you know!"
"Excuse `im for laughing," said Mother,
"But really, things `appen so strange -
Our Albert's been et by a lion;
You've got to pay us for a change!"
Said the young man from the Prudential:
"Now, come, come, let's understand this-
You don't mean to say that you've lost `im?"
Pa said "Oh, no, we know where `e is!"
When the young man `ad `eard all the details,
A purse from `is pocket he drew
And `e paid them with interest and bonus
The sum of nine pounds, four and two.
Pa `ad scarce got `is `and on the money
When a face at the window they see-
And Mother cried "Eee, look, it's Albert!"
And Father said "Aye, it would be."
Albert came in all excited,
And started `is story to give;
And Pa said "I'll never trust lions
Again, not as long as I live."
The young man from the Prudential
To pick up the money began
But Father said "`ere, wait a moment,
Don't be in a `urry, young man."
Then giving young Albert a shilling,
`E said "`Ere, pop off back to the zoo;
Get your stick with the `orse's `ead `andle-
Go and see wot the tigers can do!"
poem by Marriott Edgar
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Passion Plot - Arthur Abacus' Affiancing
Passion Plot - Arthur Abacus' Affiancing Application Against Ann's Approval
Passion Plot
Aspiring author aims at gold award
accordingly advancing work of art
always rhyming, rhythmic, in accord,
A I O U and Y are drawn apart
from that which follows D, and from the start
inscription shows how mighty is nib's sword.
This way of writing is simplistic - word
word follows automatically drawn,
idyllic musing is it or absurd?
no hours are lost, all printing rags untorn,
prompt spurring, on hot air as tiny bird,
this work so artificial's promptly born.
It could draw out two thousand stanzas or
twenty million with diversity,
standards upholding day and night to pour
amusing thoughts of country, town, city,
crisply painting many a mount, rill, tor,
adroit aphorisms with alacrity.
Alas what worth would such quack actions show
apart from quickly boring, much kowtow,
if constant word-play adding to quick flow
no wisdom, no profundity knows now -
graffiti stylistic in sporadic glow
through basic instincts' which skill disavow.
Instincts, advancing rapid thought,
aim at showing how facility
uniting consonants is swifly caught
up in a fountain where ability
canvas fills approaching imprint sought,
avoiding mundanity, banality.
Multi-modal intuitions work
harmoniously to form additional scan,
nothing making this bright insight shirk
task as luminous sparkling mensans can
simply scrawl ad infinitum, hardly irk
Wrinkling Mind who fair Bloom fain would span
twilight draping passion in joy's van.
Alas, as passion is not always found
our stanzas turn to Arthur and to Ann
no dawn to twilight fantasy - aground
is any trysting ally, joyous fan,
no conclusion happy boy, girl sound,
scroll down - what follows has got out of hand...
Arthur Abacus' Affiancing Approval Application
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Amorous Arthur adoring amazing Ann
affinity admitting, abandons
artificiality, asking an
approval admitting acclamation
and affiancing as ally Alabaman.
Arkansas Arthur always adoring
Ann's ambitious ability,
agamous ardour, and activity,
astounding admiration announcing,
awaits auspicious acclamation
although ambiguity affords
aching agitiation alarming anguish
Also, accord Aunt Amanda's anticipations an audition
as April attraction augurs auspicious August association,
according Assyriac Abyssinian Archbishop Anthony Acorn Abrahams authority at altar,
Arabian Abbott Adrian Arnold Abdul abn Abdulaziz abn Abdullah Abu acting as assistant.
Appalachians
Ami cably,
Arthur Arctic Abacus
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Ann Anonymous-Autonymous adamantly assails aging Athur Abacus as awfully amoral
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Amicably according absolution an Assyriac Archbiship and Arabian assistant at Ashcloth Allsaints altar authority ? Accord apriori apropos an arrogant, arbitrary approach.
Admit Aunt Amanda’s audacious act as an
auspicious act? An abyssmal affront awarding
atrocious asthmatic asp Arthur adorably amusing Ann -
aphrodisiac assignations abhors aghast.
Abdominous atavistic Arthur, almost abatic,
always amiss, automatically affords angry acid attack.
Afraid agnostic Arthur's artificial arousal astonishing all,
aspiring aria alto anglican Ann
an anti-adiposity author,
announcing against amorphous
Arthur - amputation and aliminium arms
aguing against any amorous association.
Ann awaits apology affirming arthritic Arthur's authoritarian
autocratic acts abrogating, annulling Ann's autonomy
assiduously aiming at appropriating
all Ann's agricultural aura amplifying aspirant's attraction,
although abnormally atrophying artistic ability.
Aristocratic Ann's aplomb attracts all-round approbation.
Anthropoid Arthur’s anthropomorphic antics and argot an affront.
Accordingly Ann asks afflictions' abrupt annulation.
Adulation appalls - an absurd accumulation,
Altruistic acrobatic Ann, an Ann Arbor Arts' and Agronomy alumnus,
amalgamating attributions, almost always assists Austrians, Australians,
Arubans, Addis Ababa Abyssinian Africans, Andorrans,
AbuDhabi Arabs and autochthonous Angolans.
Alcoholic amoral acrimonious Arthur’s abominations
abound as all analytical adults admit.
Arguably attraction amour - Auburn Abigail, Andalousian Aroya, Ashanti, Algonquin Amy, Anabaptist Ada and Agatha, Arizonan Adriana, Alaskan Alison, Avaricious Ava, and amazon ally... ad absurdam
await Arthur's accomodation
arightly across Atlantic !
Accusing arrogant, avaricious and ambitious Arthur,
any altar amorous association
an atrociously alarming antipathy assumption!
Aquarius arcana astrally awry, astrologically antagonistic antidynamic antibody.
Accountably, Ann, avoiding acrimony,
asks abrogation, applying anticipatory
affidavits accusing Arthur's actions' as, alas, astounding, astonishing assaults.
Also, Ann asks an additionnal arbitration award adjudication
anon against aboriginal alligator antisocial Arthur Arctic Abacus' actions
and affirming airtight award and according annual accumulation
accrual accountability, appraising an amount astronomical.
Advisors : April, Altar, August, Alimony, & April Acrimony
Accountants: Alacrity Accrual
Albany
Ann Allegra Anonymous-Autonymous
2 March 2009 - Triumph of Alliteration... no E's
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Port Albert
The silver gulls mewing in the Village, the fishing boats moored to the pier
The gentle waves break at the jetty in fancy these scenes to me near
The last time I was in Port Albert the black and white bird known as pee wee
He piped in the afternoon sunshine on a flowering pittosporum tree.
Port Albert in Southern Gippsland doesn't change with the passing of time
A fishing Village by salt water the bards by it inspired to rhyme
The artists have captured it's beauty on canvas for to hang on the gallery wall
And all of those who have paid it a visit the memory feel glad to recall
The last time I was in Port Albert in September in early Spring
On a day of bird song and sunshine that memory to me seem to cling
A warm wind blew in from the ocean it was such a marvellous day
A gift from the Goddess of Nature to me for to carry away
From the fishing Village of Port Albert that developers yet have to find
The Utopia of Southern Gippsland are words for it that spring to mind
In the old cafe in the Village we enjoyed cappucino and cake
And I will re-visit Port Albert if only just for old time sake.
The silver gulls mewing on the jetty, the sun shining bright in the sky
As we drove on out of the Village this time it would not be goodbye
For I will return in September in the early days of the Spring
When magpie will pipe on the gum tree and blackbird will whistle and sing
poem by Francis Duggan
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