My Opera - It's all about...
 

ME!

Read on:

CAPT (from poop).

Now give three cheers,
I'll lead the way
Hurrah! Hurray!
ALL.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurray!

Enter Sir Robert with Cousin Hebe

SONG -- SIR Robert


I am the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.
COUSIN HEBE.
And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL (except Hebe).
And we/they are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts;
COUSIN HEBE.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL (except Hebe).
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
But when the breezes blow,
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants;
COUSIN HEBE.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
WOMEN.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
His sisters and his cousins,
Whom he reckons up by dozens,
And his aunts!

Yes, Gilbert and Sullivan wrote an opera - about ME!

NOT YOU!

Bwahahahahaha!

RB

My Opera - It's all about...
 

is this your subtle way of 'coming out'?

SV


"Gilligan" wrote in message
ink.net...
ME!

Read on:

CAPT (from poop).

Now give three cheers,
I'll lead the way
Hurrah! Hurray!
ALL.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurray!

Enter Sir Robert with Cousin Hebe

SONG -- SIR Robert


I am the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.
COUSIN HEBE.
And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL (except Hebe).
And we/they are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts;
COUSIN HEBE.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL (except Hebe).
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
But when the breezes blow,
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants;
COUSIN HEBE.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
WOMEN.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
His sisters and his cousins,
Whom he reckons up by dozens,
And his aunts!

Yes, Gilbert and Sullivan wrote an opera - about ME!

NOT YOU!

Bwahahahahaha!

RB

My Opera - It's all about...
 

Deary me, Gilligan! Here I was, waiting for some deathless verse,
with my synthesizer, Cakewalk and mp3 at the ready, and yes, you
produced some deahtless verse BUT with a decidedly familair air
to it. Must try harder. BTW I have an engraving of your last
Flying Monkey at
http://www.audiostreet.net/artists/0...g_tadpole.html
Its missing left hand is, of course, now lost in cyberspace.

Did you notice the resurgence of the Mac26 threads? Perhaps it's
time for you to try convincing all about the virtues of your
veteran Bayliner Buccaneer?

Gilligan wrote:


CAPT (from poop).

Now give three cheers,
snip

--
Flying Tadpole

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