You haven't heard shakespear until you've heard it in its original gutterspeak!
To this end (heh I said end) we have discussed putting toegether a performance in the true spirit of RP. A small sonet or poem or something similarly easy to set up (we need a costume maker btw !) and then moving on to other things if we enjoy.
Well with this idea firmly in your minds go and read
this thread
Is this not the perfect opportunity to show the true grace, intellect and noble-ness of being that is the beating heart (well not so much beating in my case) of the horde!
Tiddalick - The Frog Who Caused a Flood
In the time of dreaming
Before the earth was old
Myths were in the making
Legends yet untold
Here began a story
Of one huge enormous frog
Solemn in his glory
He drank from every bog
Tiddalick the great one
Had to quench his mighty thirst
He drank from all the waterholes
So much he nearly burst
He drained the lake and river
The stream and billabong
Soon there was no water left
It was very wrong
Others now grew thirsty
There was no sign of rain
Hot sun scorched the arid earth
No water did remain
Tiddalick's swollen stomach
Was squelchy round and wide
He was so big he couldn't move
The water was inside
Animals assembled
Men gathered with them too
They had to end this great distress
And work out what to do
Boomerangs were useless
Spears bounced off his side
Getting angry didn't help
Even though they tried
The kookaburra had a plan
We need to make him laugh
To hold his side and open wide
We need to show some gaffe
If only we can do that
The water will pour out
We all must work together
To end this mighty drought
C'mon laugh you big fat frog
You're like a bursting pot
If only you could see yourself
Squelching as you squat
Tiddalick moved his mournful head
He had a doleful face
He didn't see the humour
Of smiles there were no trace
The kangaroo and platypus
Wombat and emu
All tried their best to make him laugh
But Tiddalick stayed blue
Some danced and some told stories
Others somersaulted
Tiddalick grew tired and bored
And slept when antics halted
The last to try was Norang the Eel
He was their final hope
He turned himself into a hoop
And wriggled like a rope
The rope stood upright on the sand
Then it began to spin
It went round like a whirlwind
Tiddalick began to grin
Then out slopped some water
Before it reached the sand
Man and beast began to drink
It worked like they had planned
But Norang went on spinning
Till he was scarcely seen
Tiddalick began to chuckle
It really made a scene
As his belly rumbled
The frog rocked to and fro
With his hands upon his sides
A stream began to flow
Tiddalick's mouth was open wide
With water gushing out
A surging tidal river
Spewed like a water spout
It swept away the animals
And covered all the sand
A shining lake of water
Had spread over the land
Now Tiddalick has shrunken
He's just a little frog
Who sometimes hides in desert sands
Or sits upon a log
*sheds a small tear*
