Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
--
(C) Bluffing Bard Publishing 2026
Verily, in article <xn0prsu6n1rsz8z000@news.eternal-september.org>, did >bluffing.bard@indigo.news deliver unto us this message:
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
I love being the antagonist in this one.
----
The True Melissa - Canal Winchester - Ohio
United States of America - North America - Earth
Solar System - Milky Way - Local Group
Virgo Cluster - Laniakea Supercluster - Cosmos
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:Interesting.
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
WHAT?? Just like The Olympics. Or The Commonwealth Games!!
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
WHAT?? Dave actually expressing an opinion??
THAT can't be right!!
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
"White without, thanks, Aggy."
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"Well, seems as New Zealand weren't good enough ......"
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
And the answer to THAT question is .....
YEAH!! No Problems!!
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"Hey, Your Name, at least *WE* made it!!"
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
I can relate!!
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
No, Melissa, it's men in tight pants (if you're lucky!!)
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
So is that Green as in Envy??
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
"friend"?? WHAT "friend"??
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Hmm!! Do I really want to ask what/where his 'domain' is??
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
"Oh, YES, we do!!" replied the Crowd.
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
"lukewarm beer"?? Oh!! No! Not the Pommie influence!!
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
So I've forgotten the Score. Anyone?? ANYONE??
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
----
Daniel70
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
On 02/07/2026 17:25, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Chairs? I have plenty of chairs.
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Tea? We have a huge Danish brewery in this town.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
We're watching England are we, at 1am in the morning?
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
It doesn't look too good for England with them being forced to play the >highest altitude possible against Mexico.
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
Russell T Davies, Chris Chibnall, and Ncuti Gatwa can all go and touch
grass by mowing my lawn, with their teeth. I don't want them disturbing >anyone.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
You can go and sleep under one of the trees in the garden. Don't let
Davies, Gatwa or Chibnall anywhere near you. There's no knowing what
they will do to you. Look at what the all did to Doctor Who.
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
Yes, until 5am in the morning if there's penalties.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Better than women with a ball.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
I only have VHS tapes. The BBC have still not upgraded them.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
Neither did Greece and yet a bunch of 3rd World countries are always
allowed to play in the finals despite Greece and Ireland, and even
Wales, having far higher rankings.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
It better have been England scoring.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
Fortunately I can do my own live action replays.
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
That's always been the problem with England playing.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
Yes Blueshirt, England's players are not very well hung compared to
those from the African nations. How else are they going to get the women
to watch?
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Spence?
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
To score, or not to score, that is the question.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
It wouldn't have worked anyway. I took the batteries out.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
The reffs have all been paid to fix the matches by adding more overtime
than on the actual clock. Look at what happened with Portugal vs. Croatia.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
Get Blueshirt to replace those air-heads on ITV. It's become totally >unwatchable having to listen to them.
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
Not with pregnant men, Space Babies, bigeneration, acme circus mallets
it isn't.
----
The True Doctor https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCngrZwoS0n21IRcXpKO79Lw
"To be woke is to be uninformed which is exactly the opposite of what it >stands for." --William Shatner
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
WHAT?? Just like The Olympics. Or The Commonwealth Games!!
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
WHAT?? Dave actually expressing an opinion??
THAT can't be right!!
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
"White without, thanks, Aggy."
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"Well, seems as New Zealand weren't good enough ......"
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
And the answer to THAT question is .....
YEAH!! No Problems!!
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"Hey, Your Name, at least *WE* made it!!"
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
I can relate!!
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
No, Melissa, it's men in tight pants (if you're lucky!!)
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
So is that Green as in Envy??
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
"friend"?? WHAT "friend"??
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they’re entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Hmm!! Do I really want to ask what/where his 'domain' is??
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
"Oh, YES, we do!!" replied the Crowd.
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I’m not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
"lukewarm beer"?? Oh!! No! Not the Pommie influence!!
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
So I've forgotten the Score. Anyone?? ANYONE??
--To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
On 02/07/2026 17:25, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Chairs? I have plenty of chairs.
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Tea? We have a huge Danish brewery in this town.
On 4/07/2026 1:11 am, The True Doctor wrote:
On 02/07/2026 17:25, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Chairs? I have plenty of chairs.
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Tea? We have a huge Danish brewery in this town.
"Danish brewery"?? I thought Danish were baked not brewed.
----
Daniel70
The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they're entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I'm not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
--
(C) Bluffing Bard Publishing 2026
The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they're entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I'm not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
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Okay, now I'm up to speed.
Great to see the poetry form put to good use.
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The Doctor wrote:
In article <zxucnSr4>,
Will Dockery <will> wrote:
The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they're entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I'm not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
--
(C) Bluffing Bard Publishing 2026
Okay, now I'm up to speed.
Great to see the poetry form put to good use.
😏
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On 03/07/2026 12:47, Daniel70 wrote:
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
They're out now.
See, I was right once again, even when simulated by
Blueshirt's AI.
The Doctor wrote:AntiChrist rising!
In article <zxucnSr4>,
Will Dockery <will> wrote:
The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
-------------------------------------------------
Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, they're entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And I'm not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
--
(C) Bluffing Bard Publishing 2026
Okay, now I'm up to speed.
Great to see the poetry form put to good use.
😏
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BlueShirt rocks!
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The True Doctor wrote:
On 03/07/2026 12:47, Daniel70 wrote:
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
They're out now.
Australia were lucky to get that far, they were poor...
See, I was right once again, even when simulated by
Blueshirt's AI.
It's called machine learning! ;-)
The True Doctor wrote:
On 03/07/2026 12:47, Daniel70 wrote:
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
They're out now.
Australia were lucky to get that far, they were poor...
See, I was right once again, even when simulated by
Blueshirt's AI.
It's called machine learning! ;-)
England through the the quarter finals to face Norway
after going down to 10 men.
The True Melissa wrote:
Verily, in article <xn0prsu6n1rsz8z000>, did
bluffing.bard@indigo.news deliver unto us this message:
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
I love being the antagonist in this one.
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United States of America - North America - Earth
Solar System - Milky Way - Local Group
Virgo Cluster - Laniakea Supercluster - Cosmos
On 05/07/2026 11:31, Blueshirt wrote:
The True Doctor wrote:
On 03/07/2026 12:47, Daniel70 wrote:
On 3/07/2026 2:25 am, The Bluffing Bard wrote:
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
Ohhhhh! No, we haven't. NOT YET, at least!!
They're out now.
Australia were lucky to get that far, they were poor...
See, I was right once again, even when simulated by
Blueshirt's AI.
It's called machine learning! ;-)
England through the the quarter finals to face Norway after going down
to 10 men.
Mex 2 - 3 Eng
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The True Doctor wrote:
England through the the quarter finals to face Norway
after going down to 10 men.
That's the Saturday night entertainment sorted!
The True Melissa wrote:
Verily, in article <xn0prsu6n1rsz8z000>, did
bluffing.bard@indigo.news deliver unto us this message:
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
I love being the antagonist in this one.
--
The True Melissa - Canal Winchester - Ohio
United States of America - North America - Earth
Solar System - Milky Way - Local Group
Virgo Cluster - Laniakea Supercluster - Cosmos
I've never been a big sports fan so I'd likely be sitting with you
wanting to check out some Dr. Who.
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