Outrage Sunday 264 In Memoriam The Taj

Posted on October 9, 2016 by rottobloggo

So.
Farewell then
The Taj-on-Swan.
Me, Reign of Error, Pete F.,
And a dozen reporters
Searched for gold, silver, coconuts,
But found C&B.
Soon you will be
Roadbase in Treeby.
People got sick of the aggra
And the setbacks.
I wept, but was it
Building dust in my eye?
No more Taj stories?
Don’t bet on it.

E.J. Thribb-Cohen (17 1/2 domes)

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14 Responses to Outrage Sunday 264 In Memoriam The Taj

  1. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:
    October 9, 2016 at 8:45 am

    Rotto has missed the story as usual.

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  2. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:
    October 9, 2016 at 11:11 am

    Olsen! Get in here!

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  3. Reign of Error says:
    October 9, 2016 at 3:18 pm

    Like sands through the hourglass, so are the outrages of our lives

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  4. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:
    October 9, 2016 at 7:44 pm

    Presumably hot pies are back on the menu for smoko now? Looks like the curse of the buried pie was true after all.

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  5. Yeah Right says:
    October 9, 2016 at 11:13 pm

    The buried pie you say? I’ve heard that there was a whole new meaning of the term ‘Get some pork on your fork’ going on there. I heard that the brick render contained very much the same mixed minces as I would use in making a ‘spag bog’. And let me blow my own trumpet here if I may, I certainly make one very mean spag bog. Aaaarrrr.

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  6. BSWAM says:
    October 10, 2016 at 12:35 pm

    In Peppy Grove did Ammonia Kings
    A stately pleasure dome decree
    With finishes of global blings
    And hairy palms for every tree
    Gold tap fixtures on all the johns
    And laser systems for the lawns
    As past the sacred River Swan
    Sailed to its sunny sea

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  7. BSWAM says:
    October 10, 2016 at 10:20 pm

    I met a traveller from a sun-drenched land,
    Who said—“Two enormous titties of cement
    Stand in the suburbs. . . .or did recently stand,
    Go out to find them and you’ll wonder where they went
    For they, and all the Taj (For so t’was called)
    Have met the fate that every wrecker brings
    To both the lively and the lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them, and the mouth that bawled;
    And on the foremost tit itself, these words appeared:
    NDIANS ARR NYDE DOGS!!!
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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  8. you'll get wet says:
    October 11, 2016 at 9:15 pm

    There’s an idol turned to rubble
    Somewhere up in peppy grove
    Where Himalayan cocos thought to sway
    Now slumdogs pass and take a piss
    Where taj on swan once stood
    For the tight jeans of rhadika wouldn’t pay

    He was known as mad carew and apologies are due…
    http://ingeb.org/songs/theresae.html

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