There’s Plasticy of Dish in the See
It’s Christmas Eve Eve, and our last post before Christmas. There’s no better way we can think of spending Christmas than with the second thrilling part of the Werewolf of Oz‘s Battle of Bri’s bane epic war poem trilogy.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with the first episode of the week of our comedy fantasy classic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps, available for just one £5 Amazon voucher or the equivalent in worldwide (human) currencies.
We hope you all have a great Christmas and holidays!
Battle of Bri’s bane Soap Opera Style
As British soap operas build up their storylines towards the big Christmas episodes ratings war, the Battle of Bri’s bane epic trilogy poem reaches its peak in this second part.
There’s still lots more thrilling and funny fun ahead, so please don’t think this is the end of the end; or the beginning of the end; more like the middle of the end.
As heavy rain hits Britain, it is also quite topical in that part of the human world. Thankfully, it’s just normal rain falling on the U.K.: not acid rain!
Australia has not yet renamed Brisbane to Kevsbane, but this accompanying photo shows what the change might mean to its visual appearance.
Chapter 134. Will a Hat-trick be Enough for Rain
Battle of Bri’s Bane Epic Trilogy Poem 2
The COG commandos lost legions
fur and skin torn to lesions
rolling back down the slope in heroic death
Chinchillas of Goya drawing their last breath.
I reached the top after an hour of struggle
and saw Bri’s bane officers in a huddle
Emily and Brian were flying a pincer attack
Emerald from the front, Baggy from back.
My travel companions and I rushed to help
an arrow glanced Aussie and it gave out a yelp
we continued on through a battlefield royal
the chinchillas and allies staying loyal.
As Brian and Emily approached Bri’s bane
the huddle suddenly opened into acid rain
seeming to scent Brian it turned sharply
and flew screeching like a demented harpy.
I shapeshifted into a wolf and raced to Brian
distracting Bri’s bane rain as Emily leapt like a lion
Brian jumped for joy as the hats converged
soaking up the acid rain until it was purged.
The harpy was a winged spirit in Greek mythology.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Although Greenygrey literature classicists might choose other episodes of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps as the finest piece of poetry and prose in Grey’s epic comedy-fantasy travel quest, today’s episode is my favourite.
Although I wasn’t the current me at the time of course, and that might give you a clue as to why it’s my favourite. I don’t want to spoil the thrilling episode for you, so on with the show:
67. BATTLE BELOW BASS STRAIT STRETCHES CREDULITY
Deeper and deeper we did descends,
down to the lair of the sharpest biting bends.
But the crocodile lost its glinting glare,
as a ghostly apparition increased the scare.
My fear turned to joy as it became clear,
the newcomer was nothing to beware.
It was MiMo Moby swimming our way,
hopefully just in time to save the day.
The crocodile at once lost interest in us,
as its nemesis joined the rumpus.
Then Elle shot out from below deck,
and grabbed the crocodile’s slippery neck.
They grappled amidst the ocean ripples,
like drunken sailors after too many tipples.
And then I couldn’t believe my eyes,
as a green kingfisher showed enterprise.
It flapped its wings under the crocodile’s thighs,
making it change into a form we could recognise.
The two monotheists were together as if in sleep,
as the mild dragged the monotonous farther deep.
We managed to control the ship’s direction,
navigating north to the sun’s reflection.
Back on the surface I did jump with joy,
as the kingfisher shapeshifted into the real McCoy.
It was my other half Green; reunited at last,
we hugged so hard to the top of the mast.
One line’s text disappears
when I click delete
and the next seems to jump
to a rhythmic beat
joining other words in ver…
poetic justice complete.
Poetry Explanation before Cheesy Temptation
Hi, it’s Greenygrey, with the latest episode of Grey’s greatest solo adventure: Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. I just deleted some text listening to Pete Tong‘s Essential Selection Miami Special, and the poetic words above seemed to jump into my mind and dance around.
61. BEYOND THE LAND OF CHEESE, WOLFRAM IS KING
We thanked the horses for the lift, and raced north. I didn’t know it at the time, but Hobart turned out to be the most southerly point of my Ozyssey.
Melton Mowbray is Cheesy Delicious
We reached Melton Mowbray in time for dinner/supper, and saw a sign advertising The Scrumptioust Salubrious Surprise Supper Pie in South Oz. We agreed it looked too good to miss, so we called into the food emporium advertising it.
The surprise turned out to be that there was only cheese included in the pie. It was still delicious, but we couldn’t help thinking the advertising had been somewhat cheesy.
King Wolfram is a Grey Tonic
The dust sandy path took on a greyish appearance after Melton Mowbray. Angry told us it was because Wolfram was king here.
I thought it must be nonsense, and was shocked that something grey and wolfish could be king. Shock later turned to flabbergastation when I saw a piece of wolfram. Not only was it grey, but it also looked greeny in sunlight.
The Melton Mowbray in England is famous for food.
Central Tasmania has many wolfram (tungsten) mines.
Happy Chinese New Year of the Snake from a Wood Snake. There’s not much else to add, apart from it’s Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps time; but there’s not much of that; just a solitary epic literary nonsense poem that doesn’t even get off the ground:
47. PARADISE SUNRISE WAKES GREY TO NEW DAY
Waking up in the sunrise haze
put me under a twilight daze
and I only remember it in poetry
so here’s my V Bay second day story.
Waking on settled sands
with the sunrise hands
hugging sea and spray
in warmth across Vivonne Bay
I just wanted to lay
there all the day
before remembering time
Bonzo, Elle and other half Lime.
So I got up slowly
because I still felt lowly
if I’d gone for a swim
and water’d filled to brim
I wouldn’t have felt wholly
because I’ve got a holey
or three in my head
to stop me feeling like lead
girl o boy I ain’t no buoy
sometimes I’m coy or koi
carping on about all things fishy
and telling Green how I miss ye.
It looks a real trip down memory lane for Grey; or should that be dust sandy path; after its epic comedy-fantasy adventures in Oz; but it’s too soon after my/our traumatic ordeal to watch it in the cinema.
Oz the Great and Powerful
Moreover, Oz the Great and Powerful seems to have some great greenygrey cinematography, as shown by the main image on its Disney website:
Another one has a great greenygrey landscape:
Not so great for Greenygrey, the wicked witch looks decidedly greenygrey:
Historian’s Guide to Oz
And guess what. Oz was even greenygrey then: