Sorry… I’ve still got the mysteries on my mind.
As soon as I read Tilly’s comment I dropped everything and flew over to her blog quicker than a click of a mouse button. It’s amazing how quickly you can travel to different countries in Blogland… however Tilly only lives down the road, but I still got there just as quick. Tilly’s excellent present was a nonsense birthday poem, set to a rapping rhythm.
Now, it may come as a surprise to find that I’m not much of a rapper. I’m not much of a singer either, come to think of it, but I sing better than I rap. I think. I haven’t actually tried to rap, and now maybe a little too old to start.
But, Tilly has been very kind and provided instructions for her rap, as to how to sing it, and the reason each part is so different from the others is because it reflects the fluid and subtle changes that occur in my blog from time to time…
Here followeth the instructions, and theneth the title, and finallyeth the rap:
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Read it out loud to a rapping rhythm
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Take a breath after the first stanza, to allow for the change in rhythm
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Rush through ‘dotwordpress’ on the last line, or it won’t sound right.
For You!You!You! you you!
His name is Tom with the prefix ‘Aqua’
Read his blog; you’ll enjoy some laughter
You won’t need gin or wine or vodka
He’s a really nice bloke
And he likes to make a joke
But he also does bespoke
Christmas headers for this Tilly
In return I give this silly
Rhyme from a grateful filly
His name is Aqua with the suffix ‘Tom’
If you’d like to give him a birthday balm
See wellheregoesdotwordpressdotcom
It is only fair that I reply in kind. So, here goes my one (and probably only) time at writing a rap (it’s probably best read whilst holding your fingers and thumbs in the way that rappers do)…
In a one, one, two,
I had to do, do, do,
A rap, yeah
Rap, yeah
I had to do a rap, yeah,
A thank you rap
With beat and tap
And a yeah, yeah here,
And a do do there,
I had to do a rap,
Yeah
Rap yeah
A thank you Tilly Bud rap, yeah
So here it is,
Thanks, yeah
A do, do, do
Thanks, yeah…
Rappin’s bad yeah
Tilly Bud;
Bad, yeah… A do, do, do
Bad’s good, yeah?
A do, do, do
There, there, there…
But thanks, yeah…!
A do, do, do
Thanks
Yeah!
Tilly, I am awfully sorry, and apologise with the most immense apology I can muster. My Inner Rapper has been sent away, hopefully to never return; but thank you for my birthday rappy poem.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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