Roger Vadim
got three wishes it would seem.
What'd he do to deserve
Bardot, Fonda, and Deneuve?.
CHORUS
We lost Brigitte Bardot
Oh no! Oh no!
Now she can talk to Judy Dench
(Of course she can’t: she’s French!)
VERSE 1
You stayed at home
and learned to dance
when Germany invaded France.
You grew up with
a curvy corps
and quickly learned
what it was for.
BRIDGE
Sartre famous for his jokes,
Piaf sang a song or two:
Picasso stunned us with his strokes,
and you we’d simply like to screw.
VERSE 2
When the Germans
had to leave,
that’s when God
created Eve!
Lovely parts,
lovely pout,
and not afraid
to get them out!
rebel dancer model with a dulcet voice
and penchant for theatrics
Brigitte took Paris by storm
the bombshell exuded more than beauty
she was a force to be reckoned with
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The Three Stooges, Abbott and Costello
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Elizabeth Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
And the giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The newsreel of the day plus a cartoon
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
The giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
TEEN DREAM
Bardot
his beau
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developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
Five stones
closing times
radiograms and
seventy-eights
school caps
sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks
Charabancs
steam trains
linoleum
oil cloth
mangles
fish paste
sandwich spread
Hot towel shaves
cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
and sides
Wizard beano
and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
road to
Bridget Bardot
Marilyn Monroe
Dripping
coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets
and toast
Brown and mild
barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
and liftup desk lids
times-tabled
school-kids
Draughts
and allotments
rusty bikes
roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
and pence
Five stones closing times
radiograms & seventy-eights
school caps sticklebacks
saturday flicks pooh sticks
Charabancs steam trains
linoleum oil cloth
mangles fish paste sandwich spread
Hot towel shaves cut-throat razor
shopping baskets paper bags
braces, & plimsoles
short back& sides
Wizard Beano & Hotspur
lending libraries &picturegoer
roadfilms Bridget Bardot & Marilyn Monroe
Dripping coal fires
antimacassars
nylons suspenders
crumpets &toast
Brown &mild barrelled beer
conkers
school milk
blackboard rubbers & liftup desk lids
times-tabled school-kids
Draughts & allotments
rusty bikes roller skates
satchels &scrumping
with mates
hence
no
pounds shillings or pence
EARLY TEENS
back chat
off pat
TEEN DREAM
Bardot
his beau
FIRST LOVE
lips meet
so neat
BRUSH OFF
sweetheart
must part
Prime Minister May
Set out one day
To Brexit a world gone astray
But President Trump
Just wanted to hump
'til the cows wandered home that day
Macron et Trudeau
Thought Brigitte Bardot
Might persuade the Donald to play
But such is our world
That Trump just unfurled
A cheque his attorney would pay
Of course Trump is rash
With taxpayer cash
He's not paid a dime that way
If that gets your goat
Putin has your vote
The GOP wins Primary Day!
Five stones
closing times
radiograms and
seventy-eights
school caps
sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks
Charabancs
steam trains
linoleum
oil cloth
mangles
fish paste
sandwich spread
Hot towel shaves
cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
and sides
Wizard beano
and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
road to
Bridget Bardot
Marilyn Monroe
Dripping
coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets
and toast
Brown and mild
barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
and liftup desk lids
times-tabled
school-kids
Draughts
and allotments
rusty bikes
roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
and pence
When sultry ripples take a hold
Replacing naive dreams
And fantasy becomes so bold
Seductive in its schemes
It moves into her mundane life
And tempts her with such skill
That she would follow anywhere
Against her weakened will
On soaring moonbeams she does fly
She mingles with the stars
And cushioned clouds become her bed
Seduction holds no bars
Loved and wooed by many
She wows the globe’s elite
Life is just a game for her
A playground at her feet
Sips champagne under starry skies
She dines with kings in Greece
Moves like Bardot in Monte Carlo
Goes au naturale` in Nice
But true love does elude her
Wrong choices to defeat
Gambles sometimes take a turn
Taste bitter from the sweet
Evening shadows enter
Before darkness takes its toll
And Paradise was just a lie
When naïve dreams did fall
Look at yourself Mr Hunt!
How can you be trusted.
Appalled by indoor comments of a prisonary view.
Native species fade through the mass destruction of our lands,
Yet you in the veil of science
Conserve a ruthless plan.
Poison takes on innocents
Have you not learned life's lesson
To see myxomatosis ravage, rage and burn in the devil's reflection.
Yet you. Oh no! Yes you
Believe that what you do is best
For future preservation, to ensure your culling's met
By eager fools in genocide
On the islands of your shore.
The year 2020 you will celebrate I'm sure.
But me and others like me
We grow older by the day
Bardot tried to implore you
In an intellectual way.
Blighted by your lack of vision
To impose a steady hand,
To inject mass steralisation
That would retain you as a man.
The slow death and the shooting,
Toxic meat wrapped up in plunder.
Roll up. Roll up conservation
In the land we call down under.
Just a woman - any kind -
would have suited him just now.
He just wanted to get laid...
As it was, he was in this dreary place with only men.
He had his magazines, so turned to them.
On a cover he saw Brigitte Bardot -
she was not JUST a woman -
with her breasts, an' all, an' all.
(He just wanted to get laid.)
He gazed at her picture - scanty clothes...!
Just a woman - any kind -
would have suited him just now,
and Brigitte Bardot was out of reach... oh god,
he just wanted to get laid...
Plus the whisky bottle, from his chair, was out of reach.
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5/31/2015
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They nicknamed Doris Day the girl next door
But she never lived next door to me.
Sting is known as sting but isn't a bee.
Davy Jones was known as a monkey
But I never saw him swing through trees.
The called big John Wayne the Duke
But he wasn't born within aristocracy.
Lana Turner was known as the sweater girl
But I never saw her sweat.
They call the invisible man invisible
But I haven't seen him yet.
Tarzan was known as the king of the jungle
But go tell that to a lion
Your title wouldn't have a lot to rely on.
Jane Mansfield was known as the blonde bomb shell
So get ready to run like hell.
Elvis was known as the pelvis
But there must have been more to him than that.
Bridget Bardot was know as the sex kitten
But wasn't a cat.
James Brown was known as the Godfather but
Didn't join the mob.
Sylvester Stallone Was known as the Italian stallion?.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.
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