Toadfish Monastery

Is that Vogon poetry?

TSBM understood what was all that about.

It was too short for Vogon poetry. I suspect it's Vegan poetry.
_{(Rather lacking in the meaty stuff?)}

The Sibling Below Me can recite carnivorous poetry.

I think that bovines are just walking steak
They are alive, so fresh will stay the meat
If we decide that it is time to eat
We will one to the butcher take

The beef will we then cook and roast and bake
We turn it into any kind of treat
To fill our bellies sans restraint indeed
And do not care about the stomach ache

We don't need veggies, we are carnivores
So give us pork and beef and mutton chop
That is what the true hominid adores

Let's pray that the supply will never stop
In afterlife we hope to hunt wild boars
The pleasure of the flesh is not to top


The sibling below me will improve this improvised sonnet

It cannot be done. I will, however, pass you a dinner fork.   


TSBM does not bother switching hands for knife-and-fork usage.

The problem is the third hand for the spoon

The sibling below me avoids it by using patented cutlery combining all three in one

Still, eating with a Swiss Army knife isn't as comfortable.

TSBM just uses the pliers.

Hammer, chisel and buzz saw are of more use

The sibling below me is not a great fan of dwarf bread

It's no different in texture as stale baguette crust.

TSBM has special dentures for that purpose.

carborundum specially sharpened

The sibling below me would love ruby teeth

I prefer Ruby Tuesday.

TsBM can't sing without smoking.

Maybe me being a non-smoker is the reason that I can't sing.
It's not just that I can't keep the tune once someone else is listening or worse singing a second voice but I actually get dizzy.

The sibling below me knows why this should be called the Antonia syndrome

Because it isn't dystonia nor catatonia?

TSBM is planning to go to Estonia.

But I lost the plan.

TsBM was in two episodes of Lost.

Rather a few episodes got lost

The sibling below me would like to see Shakespeare in his own plays but could get no ticket for the time express

That was the winter of my discontent.

The Sibling Below Me wants to see a velvet painting of dogs in veterinary E-Collars acting in a Shakespearian play.