From The Forum Rebuttal Series 4 On Guard

(Note from writers: the following is an extracted 'off the cuff ' writing played out on Forum on 22/2/09) . EP: Emancipation Planz and HN: Herbert Nehrlich EP: Tonight… (I not sit on the fence… I put up a signal.. want to play…? ? ?) There is a game, tis called ‘On Guard’ as actions make it highly charged with poke, kissed spoke and steaming smoke … HN: no fighter may be a barrel of lard yet, what if he barged and ran into the bloke would something be broke...... EP: Butt yes, crush iced and sorbet that melts buckets of ice cream and heavy metal pelts and over the fence all warm movements are sought by sounds of Olay! Olay! where gloves are caught HN: I see down yonder well armed Celts wearing white crossbones on their belts, until they arrive let us lie near this drum and let me make love to your beautiful bum. EP: What sort of sport is that called.. de Grope of Foible? would knights bring archers and jesters swear libel can jousting weapons be worn over armour so bright will the queen wave a hanky and cheer her delight? HN: The sport is called HOPE not of libel or grope, the queen wears a hanky and loves hanky panky EP: Does she wear foils in her hair or just uses foils in duels? For thrust and cut or hit and rust, all colours every rules and sometimes within hope there maybe set match love as I know within fencing there are knickers, mask and glove HN: She wears flowers and fern in her hair tiny braids decorate her true cave there was talk of a beaver or bear superseded by one thorough shave. EP: Tell me indeed of these medieval times, are there dungeon rack to punish crimes, castle moats, and princely toasts over mulberry wines perhaps a round table, where wizards conjure happy signs? HN: I must show you the dungeons, come reach for my hand grasp my fingers for comfort, come closer to me there are thumbscrews and hooks and a huge rubber band let me tie you with chains to the juniper tree. EP: butt what of the poor people left out in the village making bread, shoeing horses, and crops need tillage perhaps, you just take my hand and guide me out the gate those torture tings in the dungeons, must surely just wait HN: Yes, these folks who are truly the salt of the earth and by chance they were thrust, through a fluke of their birth into poverty, strife, even pestilence too come dear girl, I shall show you a way to renew. We shall stand with our swords to protect and to serve near the bridge where the road makes that dangerous curve. Not a single strange villain, not a mental retard will succeed with their plans as we honour On Guard. EP: Well thank you kind sir, I desire that the most when fencing is sturdy and protection serves host and all characters that glittered as this fable was spoken was straight off the cuff, but, alas the fairytale woken … must now say goodnight and fade like a ghost. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ HN: It has been soo much fun again. Haven't enjoyed m'self this much since Helmut sat in the stinging nettles, jumped up, tripped and fell into a warm cow pie. This is of much higher class of course and I know two people who enjoyed doing it and smile at the finished product. Good enough? You betcha. Thank you EP for your time again, much appreciated. Hxx