Author, Author!Announcing the Winners!fter careful consideration, our panel of bewigged magistrates has reached a decision on the merits of the numerous entries to the Author, Author! contest. Lord Bendover has graced us with the following comments:
In keeping with the accepted custom, we shall list the winners in reverse order. The authors of the first and second runners-up will each receive a copy of The Decline and Fall of the Upper Crust, an Upper Crust poster, and bleu cheese & croutons. Second runner-up: Chatelaine by Peasant Kevin All this roquing and ruling, my life's become a hassle I want my food on the table when I get back to the castle a little serf and turf ain't much to demand I want my scotch on the roques and my pipe in her hand Chatelaine, Chatelaine I think you know exactly what I'm saying With a sense of grace and that Je ne sais quoi C'mon baby show me what you got Sparkling eyes of blue and golden locks She's a pure bred 18th century fox When it comes to loving, my lady's the best she's a fine piece of ass, please pardon my French Gonna blow out the candles, make the room darker gonna ding dang dong like Frere Jacques Chatelaine, Chatelaine I think you know exactly what I'm saying Chatelaine, Chatelaine That woman's kept like a fine champagne Chatelaine, Chatelaine I think you know exactly what I'm saying Chatelaine, Chatelaine We're gonna party like it's Bastille Day Chatelaine, Chatelaine, Chatelaine Chatelaine, Chatelaine, Chatelaine First runner-up: Snob Appeal by the Count Tofour Seen you promenade with your nose in the air Pearls around your neck and a silk bow in your hair O what inner charm does that fur coat conceal I like a lady with snob appeal Did I mispronounce your poodle's name Please call it off my leg I don't mean to complain Does it always join you for your meal I like a lady with snob appeal Have your maid call on my servant and we'll do lunch Hangin' down the river palace with that royal bunch We'll both be happy to be seen with someone so well-heeled I like a lady with snob appeal Rock 'em, roll 'em, make 'em squeal I like the ladies with snob appeal And finally, the Grand Prize Winner. The author will receive:
Grand Prize: My Man Jeeves by Sir Richard Skidmark I was waltzing at the cotillion When I bumped into a fop He demanded satisfaction and my knees began to knock Chorus: I have a loyal footman I believe his name is Jeeves and he rarely leaves my mansion without a pistol up his sleeve For although a famous rocker and a patron of the arts a legendary swordsman with my lower parts I am sadly unacquainted with the manly arts [Chorus] Ten paces at the crack of dawn Trod out upon the palace lawn for my opponent naught but scorn before we'd reached the count of three My man Jeeves shot him from behind a tree and I dispatched him post haste with glee [Chorus] Congratulations to the winners, and since I am somewhat more egalitarian than Lord Bendover please allow me to extend that to everyone who entered the contest. I thought all the entries were good, and in fact since there was not a huge number I forwarded all of them to the band. I will be putting up excerpts from some of the other entries soon, so please watch this space for more! Thanks to everyone who took part in the contest! | |
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