School Murals (I)

a sample of murals at the Hu Shih Elementary School in Nangang (南港), Taipei City

say no go gangs

tooth-brushing expert

science class

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new (light) verse - workshopping "Sonnet Challenge"

In preparation for the launch of "(Humorous) Sonnet Challenge" as a regular part of my stand-up routine, I asked a few friends to suggest words for me to practice with. Shad started, giving me one word, then two, then Joseph, Jenna and Karen all submitted the full three. Finally, I performed the routine at Red Room on June 16th.

I'm pretty pleased with most of them, Karen's still needs a lot of work, however. Apologies to her.

(Any more suggestions are welcome, or choose Chinese words for a 打油詩:- a place, an object and an action; try not to exceed 2-3 syllables please)

Shad set (one word): ukulele
Mark's theme: lonely boy growing up

Eric Clapton was a sad, lonely boy,
playing alone ‘til it affected his sight,
then one day he bought a musical toy,
which he strummed by day and he strummed by night;
Oh Eric the lad was plain and effete,
‘til he decided to learn that guitar,
with his riffs and licks and rock steady beat,
women came running from near and afar;
They couldn’t get enough of his down, down up,
up down up, down up, and his twiddley bits,
they called him a god and supped from his cup
and asked him to sign his name on their tits;
~~But Clapton could never have penned “Layla”, if
~~he’d bought not guitar but ukulele.

Shad set (two words): eggplant .... church
Mark's theme: Silly Billy

William was an elder out of Utah
who went to proselytize Argentina
he fell in love with a local fruit ~ aaaaaah,
Her name? Why, Solanum melongena;
With soft cream inside, taut skin of purple,
he’d eat none else, so got ever fatter,
for breakfast and lunch he’d stew a couple
for dinner he’d have six fried in batter;
On these, his diet was solely reliant,
but the Church posted our hero to London,
where he found not a single eggplant,
so he famished and went up to heaven;
~~Bill knew not, in the English of our Queen,
~~his beloved fruit is called aubergine.

Jenna set (3 words): Bank of China Building (HK) ... schadenfreude ... plop
Mark's theme: The current financial crisis in Europe

With Athens begging for Berlin's largesse,
Madrid and Rome also drop to their knees,
Obama tells Europe "Sort out your mess:
sell bonds, print money, or issue decrees."
Recalling punt, crown, lira, mark and franc,
ordinary folk's hearts sink with a plop,
but bankers laugh all the way to the ... bank,
and Wall Street resounds as champagne corks pop.
Stocks decline and your pension disappears,
yet witness then a scene of pure ersatz,
financiers' cheeks flow with crocodile tears,
(or, for Bank of China Building rats, cats')*
~~The masters, though, are Die Deutsche Leute,
~~who gave the world the word "schadenfreude".

* 貓哭耗子假慈悲

Joseph set (3 words): school ... bottle ... hop
Mark's theme: growing up with dreams of stardom

From tadpole- or caterpillar-type age,
my sole desire was to one day transform,
and like a butterfly ascend the stage,
to dance or sing or otherwise perform.
On my tenth birthday, I joined drama school,
where I took classes in juggling and mime,
ballet, flute, trapeze and playing the fool,
and trying to make my hip-hop verse rhyme.
In the first class I dropped all my balls,
then I spoke, then fell flat on my tummy,
I squeaked, spun, corpsed, never made curtain call,
so was bumped to ventriloquist's dummy.
~~But butterfly stomach, shame or sheer fear,
~~meant my words emerged as "gottle o' gear." *

* (see "Making the right sounds" at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ventriloquism)

Karen set (3 words): Westminster Abbey ... dildo ... strategise
Mark's theme: This year's diamond jubilee in London

In June, our Liz invited all her friends,
to come partake the di'mond jamboree,
completely bucking austerity trends,
they raised the roof off Westminster Abbey.
Still feeling stuffed with Blumenthal's chicken, *
and just a touch hungover from Cobra,
Charles, Willyum and Harry set to picking
who should lead the depose-Beth coup d'etat.
Meanwhile Liz, Kate, Camilla and Di's ghost
are strategising their own devious plan,
agreeing their men have little to boast
they target a horse-hung fellah named Ben:
~~so one-by-one climbing out the window
~~they mount next door's 200-foot dildo.

* http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2154411/Heston-Blumenthal-hosts-Britains-poshest-picnic-12-000-guests-dine-Buckingham-Palace-lawn.html

Red Room (live show, 1 hour) set: Timbuktu ... trolling ... dresser (bureau)
Mark's theme: Internet Dating

In this age, it’s hard to meet girls in life,
go’in on a date is like Russian roulette,
my last chance to find a potential wife
was probably best through the Internet;
I got invites from women far overseas,
in Sydney, and Moscow, and Timbuktu,
from ladies with all kinds of diseases,
and stories of hardship and bad luck too;
I suffered flaming and trolling and memes,
and people who just told lies for a lark,
finally everything is what it seems,
and I’m invited to 2-28 Park;
~~Where lines of men dressed as girls from head to toe,
~~in other words, a cross-dresser boy row.



Text copyright Jiyue Publications 2012

New (light) verse

This week i launched my sonnet challenge at Red Room

the idea is that the audience choose a place, an action and an object, and i have an hour (or so) to write a humorous sonnet using those words

they chose:
Timbuktu – trolling – dresser (bureau)

Sonnet

In this age, it’s hard to meet girls in life,
go’in on a date is like Russian roulette,
my last chance to find a potential wife
was probably best through the Internet;
I got invites from women far overseas,
in Sydney, and Moscow, and Timbuktu,
from ladies with all kinds of diseases,
and stories of hardship and bad luck too;
I suffered flaming and trolling and memes,
and people who just told lies for a lark,
finally everything is what it seems,
and I’m invited to 2-28 Park;
Where lines of men dressed as girls from head to toe,
in other words, a cross-dresser boy row.

not great art, but hopefully fun
text copyright Jiyue Publications 2012

new (light) verse

Who will rid me of these meddlesome hairs,
sprouting ungodly from within my ears,
so dark and flagrant while all around greys,
yet hidden from my presbyopic eyes?
“Excuse me, not I, a thousand times no,”
my tantrumic coiffeur won’t snip so low;
“With hirsute auricles I can’t compromise,”
my barb’rous barber refuses to rise;
“The hand's my domain, I’ll not pass the wrist,”
dogmatic’ly says my manicurist;
“And don’t look at me, I only do skin,”
my dermatologist's excuse sounds thin.
“I’ll cut those hairs, clip your nails, paint your tan,
and then close your eyes,” smiles the mortician.


copyright Jiyue Publications 2012

Fish of the Day

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Fish, Hong Kong, by Karen Wong (for more see here)

fish of the day

new (light) verse

this is worrying, it seems I'm developing something of a 7-Eleven fetish:


Our fast food, which art in Seven,
hot dog be thy name;
long processed sticks:
[of] lips, tits and dicks,
in Fam'ly as it is in Seven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and give us milk, cheese, molasses,
chips, nuts, beer and various Häagen-Dazses;
send our facsimiles far overseas,
and deliver [us] our packages.
For Thou art the King of Convenience
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven.


Our fan-tuan [飯糰], which art in Seven,
rou-song [肉鬆] be thy name;
such thin red tubes;
of deep-fried pubes
in High Life as it is in Seven.
Give us this day one bottle red,
one rosé, two white, four glasses,
make that three red, (there’ll be gate-crashers);
and lead us not into temptation
so deliver us some nibbles;
For Thou art the King of Convenience,
the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever,
Seven

Our fei-zao [肥皂], which art in Seven,
duo-fen [多芬] be thy name;
still pure white squares;
free of curled hairs,
in OK as it is in Seven.
Give us this day salacious texts,
with their pixulated naked mums,
give us lipstick, padded bras and packs and packs of condoms,
but lead us not into temptation,
so deliver us vibrators.
For Thou art the king of consolation,
the power, and the glory
from long before seven till after eleven
Ah-men!


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