Thursday, January 19, 2006

Henry and the Rhyme Lord - Part 10

My name is Henry the Adequate, and I am a superhero.

Under my expert ministrations the strange time ship shudders as though fearing for its very existence, as well it should for the poetry that springs from my super-lips contains power beyond the ken of mere rhyme lords. I am determined to force this device to the limits of its capabilities and in so doing rip the very fabric of space-time from the constraints of the hyperdimensional laws that bind us to a fate that's really really yucky.

Tomes of roaming darkness wander through my essence,
as intolerable critics of my dress-sense
march into the abyss like doomed guys marching into doomedness
while anyway I laugh and giggle and wriggle and spread my lonely form
beyond the limits of ineptitude, and into the warm embrace of despair
but there is no release for such as I -
no day pass, no piece of arse, no greener grass to inhale and lose myself in.
Also, I am the superheroic reincarnation of Doctor Doolittle,
So do not mess with me human swine.

Having thus regaled the time ship with my brilliantly intellectual poeticizing, and pushed a few buttons, pulled some levers, and stuff, I wait for the inevitable response.

There is a horrible tearing, rending sound, as though some large metallic object is being ripped into really small pieces. There are some flashes, sparks, a massive discharge of electrical potential, then all is darkness, or all would be darkness if not for the blazing fire where the control console used to be.

Excellent. No doubt I have broken through the barriers of unreality and through the application of my super time-vortex energy restored the multiverse to its previous glory. Either that or I have just broken the rhyme powered time machine.

In order to examine the fruits of my fruit growing activities, and also to avoid being burned to a cinder of my former self, I exit from the time machine into... some place that I'm not going to describe now, because I don't want to ruin the surprise or anything, and also because I haven't made it up yet.


Blogger Lorraine said...

LOL...that's just brilliant often do you stop writing because you're you sound like a lunatic (I know I do)
ahhhh, don't stop.

6:18 pm  
Blogger Ben said...

I do sound like a lunatic, but almost never laugh at my own stuff.

6:53 pm  
Blogger Lorraine said...

The crux is really: Do you laugh when you write porn?

8:21 pm  
Blogger Ben said...

I don't write porn, well except for that one time.

8:53 am  
Blogger Lorraine said...

I like but also better than except for...:)

9:13 pm  
Blogger Ben said...

"and anyway" is a personal favourite of mine.

7:52 am  

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