Post by J.H. "Goose" Traynor-Wagner on May 3, 2012 9:55:28 GMT -5
London! The Olympic games simmer like a soup about to explode with competition and triumph! When every fourth year the strongest and bravest of the Civilized World amass to compete.
Under the brown fog of a summer dawn march forth the many Heroes of Sports from across the British Empire. Why, here's some of the boys straight in from British Guiana ... their tropical demeanor belies a native understanding of projectile-oriented competition, as is custom amongst the brutish tribes. Next come a fleet of trained Doughboys straight from the deepest reaches of the Hindoo undiscovered territory ... will they use the magic of their adopted Sungods to charm and beguile the competition in Greco Wrestling? Yes! And Oh! It's even a Chinaman straight from Hong-Kong Island, la la la! Look at him sing his China song and play his China sports. A special feeling for the British, in their honor!
But you've a Sly force to contend with this summer, Brits, and we don't mean the Prussians (although they too are Sly in the Medical sense as is their Phrenological nature.) No-- what I refer to is the the American-Yankees, proud and gleaming as they step down from the Manifest II, the U.S. Navy's most powerful ship, boasting four (4) engines and America's FIRST toilet. (No more bogs for us, hey lads! We're the top of the world now, yes!)
See them run in the stifling London s-hitheat, unaffected by the offal that pours from windows upon their heads. They're Bowery Boys, true blue warriors from the centre of the New Continent. And they've a diversity to rival even the British Empire! Kobe Bryant, leader of their Basket-Ball concern, is a lean half-Hewbrew half-Mohawk-Indian, whose native temperament allows him to predict the ocean-tides without the use of elaborate monitors. And his First-In-Command? None other than Lebron, a golem summoned by Kobe's Hewbrew blood and controlled by his Mohawk rage. See his dopey grin as he is commanded by the powerful Summoner! I'm glad they're on our side, when you see them do a slam-dunkaroo you'll agree, ha ha!
This will be an Olympiad to remember, gents. God bless our President.
Under the brown fog of a summer dawn march forth the many Heroes of Sports from across the British Empire. Why, here's some of the boys straight in from British Guiana ... their tropical demeanor belies a native understanding of projectile-oriented competition, as is custom amongst the brutish tribes. Next come a fleet of trained Doughboys straight from the deepest reaches of the Hindoo undiscovered territory ... will they use the magic of their adopted Sungods to charm and beguile the competition in Greco Wrestling? Yes! And Oh! It's even a Chinaman straight from Hong-Kong Island, la la la! Look at him sing his China song and play his China sports. A special feeling for the British, in their honor!
But you've a Sly force to contend with this summer, Brits, and we don't mean the Prussians (although they too are Sly in the Medical sense as is their Phrenological nature.) No-- what I refer to is the the American-Yankees, proud and gleaming as they step down from the Manifest II, the U.S. Navy's most powerful ship, boasting four (4) engines and America's FIRST toilet. (No more bogs for us, hey lads! We're the top of the world now, yes!)
See them run in the stifling London s-hitheat, unaffected by the offal that pours from windows upon their heads. They're Bowery Boys, true blue warriors from the centre of the New Continent. And they've a diversity to rival even the British Empire! Kobe Bryant, leader of their Basket-Ball concern, is a lean half-Hewbrew half-Mohawk-Indian, whose native temperament allows him to predict the ocean-tides without the use of elaborate monitors. And his First-In-Command? None other than Lebron, a golem summoned by Kobe's Hewbrew blood and controlled by his Mohawk rage. See his dopey grin as he is commanded by the powerful Summoner! I'm glad they're on our side, when you see them do a slam-dunkaroo you'll agree, ha ha!
This will be an Olympiad to remember, gents. God bless our President.