The Latest Throwaway
The first three lines of the following presented themselves last night, to the tune (obviously) of God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen; but this morning's conclusion is makeshift, at best:
God damn you, merry gentleman!
You're making too much noise!
You act as though you've never had
A night out with the boys.
A little more decorum, please;
A modicum of poise!
That's enough Southern Comfort,™ sweetie-pie.
(Comfort, my eye!
Just how many Southern Comforts™ did you buy?!)
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
God damn you, merry gentleman!
You're making too much noise!
You act as though you've never had
A night out with the boys.
A little more decorum, please;
A modicum of poise!
That's enough Southern Comfort,™ sweetie-pie.
(Comfort, my eye!
Just how many Southern Comforts™ did you buy?!)
Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov
posted by npetrikov at 11:09 AM
2 Comments:
I finally figured out what has been bothering me about this one: it enforces the misconception that the original words are "God rest ye, merry gentlemen," while they are actually the much more charming "God rest ye merry, gentlemen." Does that matter? Of course not. But it's a lesser version of "Wherefore art thou, Romeo," which drives me to distraction.
BTW, I am grateful for your link to The Magistrate's Blog. Delving now and then into the threads of comments, and finding so many that are arch and civil, as opposed to what one would find in a comparable American blog, lets me know that there still is an England; and that can be a deep source of comfort on certain days.
Cheers.
How do you like that? I never noticed that the comma went after "merry."
"Ignorance, ma'am; pure ignorance."
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