The dog returneth to its spew,
And so the sick man has his too –
Unless he has a girl in view,
In which case he'll say something blue,
Like, “How about try something new?”
And she decides that's what she'll do.
So they go off and have a few,
As he tries not to up it screw.
He tries to base defects subdue,
But still the faults come poking through.
So he returns to eat his spew
And there's a sense of déjà-vu.
(Proverbs 26:11)
This was written and submitted for a competition in The Spectator. Alas, it was unsuccessful. The winning entries are, presumably, very much worth reading.
The writings of Quentin B Harvey
Subtlety is the quince of the witty
Friday 4 April 2014
Saturday 27 April 2013
I Beliebe
The following should be sung, as a hymn. Below you'll find the melody for it.
You must be gay,
Sitting atop
Your pedestal of fame.
Consume your prey,
And drink your pop,
You angel without
shame.
Your records sell
To little folk.
You play them like a
game.
But what's that smell?
Oh no! It's smoke.
But can you see a
flame?
Well I cannot,
So make no fuss.
Your boy will take the
blame.
He'll lose his spot
Aboard your bus,
But you'll protect your
name.
With all your swank,
You can achieve
Such popular acclaim.
And let's be frank,
We all believe
That you from Heaven
came.
You disrespect
Your devotees,
Devoted all the same,
As they accept
Apologies,
Excuses that you claim.
So you will play,
And never drop,
From your pedestal'f
fame.
Consume your prey,
And drink your pop,
You angel without
shame.
Sunday 13 January 2013
On the misuse of high priority emails
I recently sent the following email to a few people from my university (every department administrator). Unfortunately, I'm yet to receive any feedback, or indeed my email returned to me via my own department. This has led me to conclude that people have neither the wit nor the sense of humour that I had hoped.
Hello,
Please
could you circulate this email around your department.
Many
thanks.
Best
regards,
Quentin
Harvey
It seems that you're feeling a little distressed,
And that you are thinking that it would be best
If all of your emails were seen right away,
As there could be trouble if there's a delay
Before they are read by to whom they're addressed.
No matter the subject these emails regard,
They're kind of important so they have been
starred.
Their title is URGENT and must be exclaimed.
Your grammar's appalling but you're not ashamed.
You're sending four hundred to message me hard.
So I am subjected to all of this spew.
I guess that I'm just carbon copy to you.
In normal conditions I don't think I'd mind,
But there are so many you're making me blind.
Sincerely I feel that some changes are due.
Tuesday 8 January 2013
Rant after watching reality television for two consecutive hours
It's time that girls stopped being so fickle,
And time that boys stopped wanting to tickle
The fickle girls' fancies with their tickling tackles,
Just for the purpose of proking their prickle
Into a crackle and creating a trickle,
Then breaking their 'earts that are ickle and brickle.
Because if they can't hackle, they'll be heckled and hockled,
Which would be so unpleasant and publicly prickly.
But it's the fault of those females who are so fucking fickle,
And their culture of cliqure. It's taking the Mikkel.
Society's wicked and makes me want to be sick all
Over them.
And time that boys stopped wanting to tickle
The fickle girls' fancies with their tickling tackles,
Just for the purpose of proking their prickle
Into a crackle and creating a trickle,
Then breaking their 'earts that are ickle and brickle.
Because if they can't hackle, they'll be heckled and hockled,
Which would be so unpleasant and publicly prickly.
But it's the fault of those females who are so fucking fickle,
And their culture of cliqure. It's taking the Mikkel.
Society's wicked and makes me want to be sick all
Over them.
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