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Happy Birthday Disco Stu.
Rarely seen in these parts, but there is quite a bit of firewood chat over on the green board from time to time.
Hoping for a bountiful year on the farm, some fresh foil for the hat, and good health for you and H.I.M.
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Happy Birthday, D Stu. Here's
Happy Birthday, D Stu. Here's a good supply of new hats
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Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
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Happy birthday Stu !!!
Happy birthday Stu !!!
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Hapy birthday, Stu, and many
Hapy birthday, Disco Stu, and many happy returns.
And lol @ judit. Good one.
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Happy birthday sweet Disco!
Happy birthday sweet Disco!
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Happy B-Day to ya Stu!!
Happy B-Day to ya Stu!!
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Happy Birthday Stu
Happy Birthday Stu
Please stop by and say Hi, You sir are a good ones
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Happy Birthday you crazy dude
Happy Birthday you crazy dude. Thanks for inspiring this poem, which I have been told is a "Roarshock Classic."
CHAIRMAN OF THE WORLD
If I were Chairman of the World
Mice would not vex Disco Stu.
Cats would patrol all Midgard,
And Disco Stu’s farmhouse too.
From warrior cat to kitty pet,
No solace for the mice that roared.
Be they fierce as Reepicheep.
Be they twerp, or low pipsqueak.
Even Frederick, the Poet-Mouse
(From the tip of his nose to the end of his tail).
Ha! Ha! Stuart Little!
Cut away all paper bags!
The film is nothing like the book.
You are not Chairman of the World,
And neither am I, alas, alack, a-lark!
(Leave birds out of this!)
Dapper, tweed dressed mice, driving roadsters,
Or fighting battles with flashing swords,
Of no concern to cats in universes next door.
Space-time for Springers, Schrödinger,
Are you alive, or are you dead?
I like you, cat, I will call you Kim.
Now go and catch those mice!
Replied the cat,
“I will call you LUSH! I will call you SOT!
No is kitten, is CAT! Name is Kim!”
…And along with orange Dudley,
And tabby cats Max and Moe,
Mama Kitty too (cat goddess rest her soul),
And Queen Silvera, regal and aloof
In the Forest of Kim!
All send greetings, Disco Stu,
Do not be downhearted!
Your mice shall soon be thwarted, swatted down!
Your home again a sea of tranquility
When those mice are gone!
Yours, in jest,
The Chairman of the World.
By D. A. Wilson
San Francisco, October 14, 2011