Lehar's first thoughts were for a comic operetta
About a trannie trucker in Vienna with a big knob
And bollocks the size of ostrich eggs and short hairy legs,
Who gets fucked rigid by a gang of aristocratic drunks.
But then (when sober again) he had second thoughts and realised
The Hapsburg court would be less than keen on that approach
And, in any case, he couldn't fit in "I'll see you at Maxim's"
To that particular fucking scenario.
A contest entry
- Opera First Drafts by Keith.
450 points, ended December 2, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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ah the aristocratic drunks, they are just as coarse as us fecked up pauper drunks, but they buy dinner. and we have to always swallow.
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Lovely piece.
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I bush-hog my legs once a year and braid my arm-pit hair and add nice beads to it. I'm so cool.
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very nice. best of luck in my contest :
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A reflective and pensive work, which gets to the heart of Viennese Operetta. Lehar would be proud of this skeletal libretto. Any follow up arias would be greatly appreciated.
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Thanks mate for the bronze. I'll shove it up my sister's fat freckle this arvo. And I don't mean the bronze cup.
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