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Translations from the Pekingese
For those who don't know, Bast was the name of the Egyptian cat god, whose significance varied throughout the centuries of Ancient Egypt
Bast, you base bastard!
I hope the fleas feast on you fast, Bast.
I’ll baste you, waste you, taste you –
roast you to toast and boast of your ghost,
send your bombast to the bastille,
cast on grass, make plastic Bast –
drastic elastic Bast!
Nine lives your ass!
...your last!
You’re past!
I forecast Aghast Bast:
Master’ll lambast your sass and brass,
harrass your crass bombastic mass,
give you osteoplasty, nasty Basty!
Blast you, beast!
COME OUTTA THAT TREE, DAMMIT!
Alcuin of York
I hope the fleas feast on you fast, Bast.
I’ll baste you, waste you, taste you –
roast you to toast and boast of your ghost,
send your bombast to the bastille,
cast on grass, make plastic Bast –
drastic elastic Bast!
Nine lives your ass!
...your last!
You’re past!
I forecast Aghast Bast:
Master’ll lambast your sass and brass,
harrass your crass bombastic mass,
give you osteoplasty, nasty Basty!
Blast you, beast!
COME OUTTA THAT TREE, DAMMIT!
Alcuin of York
Shannon McEwen on June 10 2007 edit · delete Every line of this just bounced off my tongue in great form. I have no suggestions at all on this one I'm afraid. I love it too much.
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Life is what happens while you wait for great things.
Leanne on June 10 2007 edit · delete Smurfs should not have cats.
Have you tried "lambast your sass and brass" at all? That just seems to flow a little more easily to me.
Alcuin of York on June 14 2007 edit · delete Thanks Leanne for the suggestion. It does sound smoother.
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