Good Day, Madam. I’m Adam Yaddoog!
Posted on Tuesday, September 25, 2007A short play in two directions.
Dramatis Personae:
Dr. Awkward
Ed: a general, a renegade (Ed is on no side)
Delia (failed)
Gateman (a foe of a nametag)
OJ (nabs Bob’s banjo)
Mel Gibson
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ACT I
Delia: Yo, banana boy!
Dr Awkward: Ed, I spotted a clam in an animal cadet topside
Ed: Laminate pet animal?
Dr Awkward: Ten animals I slam in a net.
Ed: Tie it!
Delia: Ed, I saw Harpo Marx ram Oprah W. aside
OJ: Dammit, I’m mad! Too bad, I hid a boot.
Gateman: Did Joe kill like O.J. did?
OJ: Did I draw Della too tall, Edward? I did?
Gateman: No — noose be soon on!
OJ: Did I strap red nude, red rump, also slap murdered underparts? I did!
Gateman: Ye slew Wesley.
OJ: Snug was I ere I saw guns.
Gateman sees name, garageman sees name tag: Do geese see God?
Ed: Do nine men interpret? Nine men, I nod.
Gateman: Draw nine men inward!
Ed: Aid nine men, India!
Gateman: Draw pupil’s lip upward! Draw noses onward!
Delia: Butt raft? Fart tub? "Deer gas!" I disagreed.
OJ: Hot tuba. Put it up a butt, oh.
Dr Awkward: Dennis and Edna sinned.
Delia: Dennis, no misfit can act if Simon sinned.
OJ: A Santa dog lived as a devil god at NASA. Gods, send a madness dog.
Delia: Swap God for a Janitor? Rot in a jar of dog paws!
Ed: God’s use, Jamie: I’m a Jesus dog! No mists or frost, Simon. DNA-land.
OJ: DNA-land?
Delia: No lemon DNA and no melon.
Gateman: No. Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon.
Mel Gibson: Are we not drawn onwards, we Jews, drawn onward to new era?
OJ: Rot can rob a born actor.
Ed: Tarzan raised a Desi Arnaz rat.
OJ: Was it a rat I saw? Was it a bat I saw? Was it a cat I saw? Was it a bar or a bat I saw? Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
Delia: Kayak salad - Alaska yak?
OJ: Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog.
Ed: God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
ACT II
OJ: Deny a god, O gay Ned? Devil never even lived. Unglad, I tar a tidal gnu
Delia: Knob red? No wonder! Bonk! Ma is a nun, as I am.
OJ: Feeble Tom’s motel beef?
Delia: Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.
OJ: Too hot to hoot!
Delia: No, it is open on one position. My g-spot stops gym.
OJ: Top spot! Sex often: I net foxes.
Gateman: Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.
Ed: Gary knits a stinky rag.
Mel Gibson: He repaid a no-name Pacific Apeman on a diaper, eh?
Ed: No, Mel, a sleepy baby peels a lemon.
OJ: Satan oscillate my metallic sonatas! Plan no damn Madonna LP.
All: Yawn! Madonna Fan? No damn way!
Exeunt omnes, stage left.
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Stumble it!
September 25th, 2007
Definitely too much time on your hands… or emit no ruoys dna h, as you’d no doubt put it.
The further I got into it the more convinced I was that I could hear the devil himself in your words.
September 25th, 2007
Yes, I likes it, I does precioussses
September 25th, 2007
Huh?
September 25th, 2007
“Knob red? No wonder! Bonk! Ma is a nun, as I am. Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.”
love dat one, so clever!
September 25th, 2007
Can we expect to see it soon at the Palindrome Theatre in Navan?
ps all hope lost re the rugby then?
September 25th, 2007
Luvly jubly Bock.
September 25th, 2007
miT, looc si rebborehtkcoB
September 26th, 2007
Bravo Mr Gibson, some of yer best work to date, yer not a fenian are you?
September 26th, 2007
Mr The Robber you have really lost the plot.
September 26th, 2007
Well done. And I think OJ did try to nab Bob’s banjo. Well I’ve added a paltry tribute on my site.