October 15, 2005

Ode to B.O.B.I. on His Birthday

Readers of this blog and that of Rex Tremendae know that he is a special member of Spinning Girl's inner circle; I would like to honor him now with this, my first-ever (and possibly last) attempt at writing an Ode. What better way to sing someone's praises? Happy birthday, dear one.

Now then, without further introduction, the Ode to
BOBI:





Ode to B.O.B.I.

on the occasion of his birthday two and twenty

this sixteenth day of Tenmonth

in 2005 the Year of our Lord.


Song I

Beyond the lakes and the wide, wide river
in the North, in the cold
of the snowy, frozen plains
within the walls of a
spacious abode
together there live three Men.

Dane is the second
the third is Another
but then there is the One,
and that One is BOBI
he is the One of whom we sing.

Gather now, and still your noises
Silence your iPods, turn off your toyses
and listen to the tale of this One.


Song II

We speak the name of Bee-Oh-Bee-Aye
with reverence, with love of a kind
for he has chosen us as the vessels
for the magic that he pours
from his brightly blazing mind.

He speaks to us of the world of wizards and of
emus
and of drunken nightly mirth
of
Alan Rickman and Target
of the Universe and its rebirth.

His brilliant blue eyes alight
at the mention of Lord Vader
His hands and feet point directly
at a shapely, promising bubble-invader
... who primly nods and prances by
obliviously passing up
a chance at bliss unequalled
at the hands of this young suitor.



Song III

For BOBI's single quest
condoned by Gods above
is to be finally dealt a hand
that wins the game of Love.

He throws his net and hopes, and longs
and it catches, time to time
on a likely find
then comes loose and drifts again.

Night after night, day after day
he casts far and wide.
Ever the net turns up empty
ever the cupboard is bare
ever the cold desert of BOBI's bed
calls out for a soft pink soul
to warm it, and the bountiful heart that lives there.


Song IV

A Spinning Girl sits at her wheel
spinning away her days
and weaving a wondrous web on her loom
of storied threads and nostalgic ways.

One day her web catches and holds
this wandering Lancelot, this BOBI lad
He
tickles her fancy
and pokes at her mind
and awakens the sleeping Muse.

They
spar and they duel
on Middle Earth's fields
sharing fireside secrets by email
A battle of wits
and of hearts has begun
In his company, she finds
respite and sustenance for life's long travail.

In dreams he mounts his shaggy steed
A g
uanaco? Alpaca? No indeed!
No less than mighty Llama-kind
for the russet
knight-errant
when he courts his maiden fair.

(an ominous low chord sounds, and holds for entire last stanza)

But in night's dark hour
her fears and doubts
denounce his affections
she tosses her web to the wind
and BOBI flies free of her charms
to wander the world once more
heavy-hearted, yet happier, somehow.


Song V

(A chorus of soft girls' voices)

pianissimo

: O sweet wanderer
never fear, never doubt
for love will come to you. :


Song VI


What now for this knight, this knower of souls

this delver, this digger, this miner of the unkown?

This speaker of languages both real and imagined

This master of sword and of bow?

This coaxer of melodies from cello's strings

And singer of harmonies low?

BOBI will rant, and wax philosophical

about fecal bullets, and domos, and jelly

miniskirts, afros, and schooldays bygone

no topic too sacred, no topic immune.

He finds solace in a soul who lives close to his heart,

awaiting the day when One comes to his side

and climbs on Life's coaster with him

together to laugh on the dips in the ride.



Song VII: Finale

(a great and rousing chorus erupts)


Let those who are worthy and those who are strong

who've come from afar and traveled long

gather now, to BOBI and all flock about

to sing his praises in a glorious shout:


"No other so mighty, No other so true!
BOBI’s tremendous, through and through.
BOBI Majestic, we really love you!"

(curtain)
(thunderous applause)

10 comments:

LBseahag said...

Wow..this guy earned it, talking about fecal bullets and jelly miniskirts...

is there an application to fill out for this fabulous birthday ode?

Cap'n Marrrrk said...

Holy Crap!

Great Job!

kimberlina said...

mi piace! brava! brava!

Sis B said...

Wow! If I were BOBI I would cry at this elation! You did an incredible job and I know it took lots of work. He's a lucky guy to have such a sweet friend.

Happy B-day BOBI!

mr_g said...

That was impressive...wow. And to think I couldn't even get the waitresses to sing me happy birthday!

FRITZ said...

First of all, it was a great honor for you to mention me in your ode to BOBI and also to format it alike mine. That must mean you REALLY do like it.
Secondly, I thought it was terrific, and the links added a certain 'something' to it. I am glad you are BOBI's friend.
Thirdly, you write quite well and should try your hand more at this LOTR poetry. You're very good.
Fourthly, my birthday is May 24th, but I like odes any ole' day.
Fifthly, BOBI is going to fall even more in love with you after this. You are a great inspiration to us all.

Henri Banks said...

Okay Okay i sing along !!!

B.O.B.I. said...

I... don't know what...

I can't explain how deply that touched me...

::casts about for words::

::breath catches in throat::

::tear::

Thank you, dear heart. You truly are wonderous.

B.O.B.I. said...

deeply*

Shit, there goes the mood.

::cries some more::

Sleep Goblin said...

Sweet Sweet Bobi. You couldn't ask for a better gift. It certainly beats the late one you're going to get from me...

Spinning Girl, my SG twin, you always astound me.