Friday, February 24, 2012

On the Town, starring Li'l Edgar

Verily, the Duchess suggested that our morbid pal get some, um, cloud --

maybe take in a show --

& an after-performance chaser --

or five. Take five, Li'l Hangover.

Please, or they'll be murders, you'll rue, & end up in the morgue.

The meat that was used up.

A descent into administration.

The rectangular portrait.

The facts in the case of why this bookstore is always closed dammit.

Quoth the loiterer, I'm going, I'm going.

The ambassador-hoax.

It was many and many an hour ago,
In a kingdom by Erie,
That a grave was not found of whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee.

Premature burials, 10% off.

An imp of the perverse.


Almond joy.

You didn't finish the other ones, bub.


Thou art The Man.

The thousand-and-second tale of yeah right.

A predicament.

Loss of breath.

"Big Cheese, did you see anything?"
"No, Peonage! I didn't see you playing with your dolls again!"


BDR said...

L'il Edgar?

Life As I Know It Now said...

Where did you get the mini you at Randal? :) Nice series of pictures btw, and the squirrel is cute too!

Demeur said...

A little nepenthe in the boss' coffee and he'll never know the difference.

No heptameter catalectic here? Getting lazy I see. Edgar would not be happy I'm sure, no Nevermore.

Jim H. said...

Sheer Poe-tree.

I thought that guy lived in Bal'mer.

I was worried there about skwirl nutkin getting 'hold of lil Edgar and wrenching his head like a nut from his lil plastic body. Glad this wasn't a slasher flick.

I can't get over the yellow/brown tinge to the Clevelandia skwirls. Never seen it before.

Randal Graves said...

BDR, hey man, when you're blotto, you tend to lose things.

life, ancient gothick secret!

demeur, 'tis not laziness, don't be bagging on poetically licensed poemetry.

jim, probably due to all the toxins in the soil. What color are your squirrels, orange or green?

The dude started digging a bit, ostensibly to store some of the almonds. Funny, given the wimpy-nesse of this winter, but old habits.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Breaking the Law! detected here.

We have you on camera, pay the $100 fine. (I got one of those right near my house in Columbus, by the way. It was still yellow when I stomped on the accelerator, beaches!)

Tom Harper said...

Why not skip the show and just go straight to the after-performance chaser.

Laura said...

I hope that lil Edgar is OK after that fall from the tree.... :)


Anonymous said...

Impoesing his will on nature again, was he? Well, at least he was poelite about it.

"And very well dressed too," added Miss Hermione Wellfleet of the Cleveland Junior League.

susan said...

Poor Little Edgar wandered out through the vast canyons of Clevelandistan only to become insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

S.W. Anderson said...

That descent into administration threat had me worried. A terrible fate, that. Glad to see Edgar made it through OK.

Randal Graves said...

if, a traffic light or a squirrel?

tom, because we're cultured, dammit.

laura, don't worry, there was a rescue by hot air balloon.

karl of the österreich, groan.

susan, sound suspiciously like work.

SWA, if there's anything more frightening than conqueror worms or murderous ourang-outangs, it's red tape.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

Nevermore, nevermore!


The Raven

PS - Fooled ya, it was actually me!


Beach Bum said...

Please, or they'll be murders, you'll rue, & end up in the morgue.

Pigeons, the other white meat. Squirrel is good too, over brown rice served with green beans.