The Big (Late) Reveal!

Damn. I was supposed to do this on the twenty-first, wasn't I? Well here goes:

Have you ever known a shumpgullion, a whiffler or a kingkisheen? Have you ever dished up the spurs? Or a piping hot pulpatoon? Ever performed a scurryfunge? Maybe you're not too sure about any of this?

Well this is no flabberdegaz. If you're a proper bibliobibuli then you might just know some of these things I'm talking about. Otherwise, you'd best tune in to this station every weekday in April (and once on each weekend) for a proper dose of FWiG's Odditorium of Forgotten English! We'll get you up to speed in no time, and save you from any unnecessary... erubescency...

The Lonely Lumberjack: Saddle The Wind

What would it be like
to saddle the wind
and ride on
such a streamlined steed

To traverse over the highest peaks
to have it answer
to your every need.

To skim the waves of the oceans
enter into the deepest ravine
brush the tips of the Redwoods
sweep the rooftops clean.

You could keep pace with the elephants
race with a fleeting gazelle
cruise through the tallest steeple
ring its massive bell.

Swish through grasses and flowers
causing them to nod and sway
to travel throughout the night
be far, far away
come the day.

Brush through the pines
making them rustle and sigh
prowl around the eaves of buildings
some not tall, some very high.

Only the wind is the freest of spirits
to capture it would not be fair
instead, let our imaginations take us
somewhere away out there.


The Lonely Lumberjack