From The Forum Rebutt Series I

(Note from writers: the following is an extracted 'off the cuff ' writing set undertaken over a couple of hours on Forum) . EP: Emancipation Planz HN: Herbert Nehrlich ************************************************ HN: To all budding and established poets: I hereby formally resign from being a sought after critic for a string of reasons which.... EP: H.x Please, I'd like to bob for many a reasons on a string... bit like apple bobbing with your hands tied behind me back and blind folded.... I wonder how many I could feel to come up with... Thank you, aroha Dxx (PS is that allowed?) ************************************ HN: There is the usual mystery, in fact it is intrigue that shows inside your comments, may I join your league? You say you'd like ME hands all tied behind YOUR back, and then go hunting, feeling for those apples on the rack? I sense a brief dilemma due to closeness (bless those ties!) it matters not that YOU would have those blindfolds on your eyes. I thank you for the thought and I shall ask my Mum's okay and then, I shall come over and the two of us can play! She'll ask (my Mum) of course, if there be doctoring, it's weird that mothers fret the small things, it's BIG... needs to be feared. Let children play with apples and bob round things up and down, once caught they'll stay at recess; will you wear your see through gown? (I hope this is still allowed on P/H. Words checked not for spelling but for erotic content, appearance and scent.) ************************* EP: Shoot Hx.! How did I get that so wrong Twas supposed to say Me hands not yours in that song Now there are several reasons that I may bobbiDDibitDeeboo But recession has told me See Through is no good and Holding back from spending pennies is as sensible as should I shall boxer on tho’ ME hands might be tied But your Mum would say NO and give a big SIGH And say “Playing in folds can make you go blind So, tis not allowed, no, no.. not this time! ! ' ************************* HN: Dear oh dear, there seems to be an ounce of fear! You must have trust in me, I vouch for my intent, hands tied is fine, though tied of tongue my dear would cause us grief as all our spit is duly spent in bathing words as they depart the tongue inside but, let me ask you, would you see my way if I would promise to just look with eyes to guide my little hands of innocence and... (may really have to pray) in search of tasty fruit, forget that see through gown, remember I'd be naked from the waist so what's to fret? ! And if a fruit starts bobbing, it may fall and you bend down you'd be so much more free to have me help (you glad we met?) . So I suggest we play today and let our thoughts go free your flimsy gown, I say, okay, discard it, it is fine I'll leave my knickers and my socks beneath the lemon tree and later on, when all this rocks, we'll make us lemon wine. ************************************* EP: I've been away I have to say Lit candles and bend I down to pray of weight and fear and bathing near your naked tongue and bumps of rear Ye Gods, Oh dear! They thundered much “Don’t eat that apple it leads to lust … and trust you must, but do not spit over eyes or ears or promise of kiss Your intent must be solid heart of pure For you’d kill that lemon tree, and that would sukc for sure.. (so I'll Deebobbitybop back down to some toes my Bluebird will keep me safe without woes) **************************** HN: I noticed that your siren's song had ceased, your voice makes little echos drift righ to my ears, you lighting candles means ye Gods may well be pleased and with your prayers you will not be in arrears. But I assure you, eating apples does not lead to lust just look at me, I eat them, doctor says it keeps you fit, the shape reminds me of Aunt Hulda's ample bust but I don't grasp the meaning of your warning not to spit. My tongue may be inspected if we play you know what game, it is the duty of the doctor to be wholly sure that if there were a famine or a pestilence that came our tongues would need to be all healthy, clean and pure. Okay, I say, let us forget about the lemon wine, and leave the bluebird all alone up on the highest spot let's take a nap, my dear, here on the moss recline I'll watch you sleep, to keep you safe, and....worry not!