How many great movies is in this little fun story?
In the name of poetry and art we continue:
King Brad has set the day up for his loyal public peasants to witness
Prince Kendrick of Pixie Ville defend his honor; because Count Ricardo called him a queer at last nights Minx-dragon art-show where Dame Doom girls Rembrandt portraits sold for a packet.
Next to King Brad is beautiful Queen Velvet and next to her is the lady in waiting Princess Sunday; heiress to the vast holds of Marion Land.
Fearless Count Ricardo mounts his horse ready to joust Prince Kendrick.
His trusty and loyal aid Kate passes the lance up and says "Who we backing today boss?"
"Well its looks like I'm odds on at the TAB Katie, so gather all our holdings, paintings, and cows, wine and put it on that powder puff Prince Kendrick to win and I'll take a dive...we will clean up big time"
Count Ricardo is now ready to go for the biggest payday in his life.
Meanwhile down the other end Prince Kenrick cannot decide whether to wear the hot pink or pastel lime armory.
He turns to his trusty and very loyal and young page boy Dillane.
"What color do you think I should wear, Dillane?"
"Also do you think I'll get hurt?
"You know how I hate pain so much!"
"I can't do this, I'm going to fall of just before Count Ricardo gets to me; plus I won't damage my beautiful suit."
Now squire Dillane is no fool, he quickly sees an opportunity to get a quid out of this, and decides to head off to the TAB and back Count Ricardo to win for everything that Prince Kenrick owns.,
The trumpets roar, the band plays "We Will, We Will, Rock You!"
Prince Kenrick mounts his horse, but not before laying a big wet one on the lips of Dillane for old time sake.
"Their off" is the call from the broadcaster.
The horses quickly gather momentum, faster and faster they go; closer and closer to each other.
Count Ricardo is all fired up and thinks of the thousands of pounds he is just about to win.
Katie is mad at her sketch board, trying to catch this magical moment.
Prince Kendrick, scared to daylights, facing possible death, thinks to himself "What a great kisser Dillane is"
Closer and closer they get.....then all of a sudden there is a thunderbolt and a great cloud of smoke covers the arena.
The air clears and, and........there is a telephone box in the middle of the track.
The door opens........and out springs;
Zorro.
The peasants stand, clapping, waving and shouting
Zorro! Zorro! Zorro!
King Brad leans over to his beautiful Queen Velvet and says:
"Who the fuck is Zorro "?
Zorro approaches King Brad and declares he will take up arms to dethrone the King in the name humanity and free spirited artwork.
Zorro turns and heads back to his phone box.
"How dare you turn your back on the King, unmask yourself and show us who you are!"
Zorro, stops, slowly takes off his mask and turns to face King Brad:
"Yes, it is I, Sir Stott James, rightful heir to the throne, leader of all free artist from Townsville to Perth, owner of all the paint supply shops and galleries in the country"
"I have come back to dethrone you and free the people"
King Brad slams his fist into the chair...
"With all the Art-Forums, Chat Rooms and Art Shops around the world, why did he have to walk into my place!
With this King Brad makes a quick exit, and Lady Sunday is in shock,
She stands but collapses forward, over the balcony doing a three and a half somersault in a forward pike position, with legs wide open.
6.7 6.9 7.1 6.5 8.1
Sir Stott James, rushes over, kneels and holds Lady Sunday in his arms.
"Oh Stott if only I had known, Zorro meant nothing to me on Mondays, Tuesdays Wednesdays and Fridays"....
"You were never home, always painting, painting and more painting
down at the gallery".
"Oh Stott what is to become of me?"
"Frankly my dear I don't give a damn!"
Thud.
With that stottjames boots-coots back to his telephone box
And the crowd roars:
ZORRO, ZORRO, ZORRO!
Poetry by stottjames
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Written on 2006-07-21 at 14:08
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Zorro
This story is set in medieval times, at the jousting ring on an urban Sunday afternoon.In the name of poetry and art we continue:
King Brad has set the day up for his loyal public peasants to witness
Prince Kendrick of Pixie Ville defend his honor; because Count Ricardo called him a queer at last nights Minx-dragon art-show where Dame Doom girls Rembrandt portraits sold for a packet.
Next to King Brad is beautiful Queen Velvet and next to her is the lady in waiting Princess Sunday; heiress to the vast holds of Marion Land.
Fearless Count Ricardo mounts his horse ready to joust Prince Kendrick.
His trusty and loyal aid Kate passes the lance up and says "Who we backing today boss?"
"Well its looks like I'm odds on at the TAB Katie, so gather all our holdings, paintings, and cows, wine and put it on that powder puff Prince Kendrick to win and I'll take a dive...we will clean up big time"
Count Ricardo is now ready to go for the biggest payday in his life.
Meanwhile down the other end Prince Kenrick cannot decide whether to wear the hot pink or pastel lime armory.
He turns to his trusty and very loyal and young page boy Dillane.
"What color do you think I should wear, Dillane?"
"Also do you think I'll get hurt?
"You know how I hate pain so much!"
"I can't do this, I'm going to fall of just before Count Ricardo gets to me; plus I won't damage my beautiful suit."
Now squire Dillane is no fool, he quickly sees an opportunity to get a quid out of this, and decides to head off to the TAB and back Count Ricardo to win for everything that Prince Kenrick owns.,
The trumpets roar, the band plays "We Will, We Will, Rock You!"
Prince Kenrick mounts his horse, but not before laying a big wet one on the lips of Dillane for old time sake.
"Their off" is the call from the broadcaster.
The horses quickly gather momentum, faster and faster they go; closer and closer to each other.
Count Ricardo is all fired up and thinks of the thousands of pounds he is just about to win.
Katie is mad at her sketch board, trying to catch this magical moment.
Prince Kendrick, scared to daylights, facing possible death, thinks to himself "What a great kisser Dillane is"
Closer and closer they get.....then all of a sudden there is a thunderbolt and a great cloud of smoke covers the arena.
The air clears and, and........there is a telephone box in the middle of the track.
The door opens........and out springs;
Zorro.
The peasants stand, clapping, waving and shouting
Zorro! Zorro! Zorro!
King Brad leans over to his beautiful Queen Velvet and says:
"Who the fuck is Zorro "?
Zorro approaches King Brad and declares he will take up arms to dethrone the King in the name humanity and free spirited artwork.
Zorro turns and heads back to his phone box.
"How dare you turn your back on the King, unmask yourself and show us who you are!"
Zorro, stops, slowly takes off his mask and turns to face King Brad:
"Yes, it is I, Sir Stott James, rightful heir to the throne, leader of all free artist from Townsville to Perth, owner of all the paint supply shops and galleries in the country"
"I have come back to dethrone you and free the people"
King Brad slams his fist into the chair...
"With all the Art-Forums, Chat Rooms and Art Shops around the world, why did he have to walk into my place!
With this King Brad makes a quick exit, and Lady Sunday is in shock,
She stands but collapses forward, over the balcony doing a three and a half somersault in a forward pike position, with legs wide open.
6.7 6.9 7.1 6.5 8.1
Sir Stott James, rushes over, kneels and holds Lady Sunday in his arms.
"Oh Stott if only I had known, Zorro meant nothing to me on Mondays, Tuesdays Wednesdays and Fridays"....
"You were never home, always painting, painting and more painting
down at the gallery".
"Oh Stott what is to become of me?"
"Frankly my dear I don't give a damn!"
Thud.
With that stottjames boots-coots back to his telephone box
And the crowd roars:
ZORRO, ZORRO, ZORRO!
Poetry by stottjames
Read 476 times
Written on 2006-07-21 at 14:08
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