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- Made by Weebl and Skoo
- Music: beatpoet - bobleurs house band
- Episode info page by moovok
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Although most of Weebl's poetry rhymes, most beat poetry, nor normal poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Mostly every staged or audience driven show Weebl puts on, Wee Bull is not far behind.
In old fashioned comedy sketches, to remove a bad comic from the stage, they would use a walking stick and pull them off by their necks.
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Poet,
Weebl and Bob episode 43 - Date: 26th August 2003
Brief:
Weebl reads poetry
Cast:
(in order of appearance): Weebl, Bob, Wee Bull
Transcript:
{WEEBL is rocking in the spotlight on a dark purple background}
WEEBL: I welcome you all to this poetry reading.
WEEBL: my name weebl.
WEEBL: and here a few poem I written.
WEEBL: mr bassman.
WEEBL: when you ready. in your own time.
WEEBL: we are born to this earth.
WEEBL: like pie in my belly.
WEEBL: one day it will leave.
WEEBL: and come out smelly.
{A small round of applause is heard}
WEEBL: thank you.
WEEBL: thank you.
WEEBL: I call this next one...
WEEBL: divine.
WEEBL: golden pastry is so sweet.
WEEBL: it's texture is divine.
WEEBL: if I keep on scheming.
WEEBL: the pie will soon be mine!
{Another round of applause from the audience}
WEEBL: mmmmmm.
WEEBL: burnt pie!
WEEBL: decay!
WEEBL: burnt pie!
WEEBL: oh my eyes.
WEEBL: when they see burnt pies...
WEEBL: they change in size!
WEEBL: oh those pies!
WEEBL: those burnt pies!
WEEBL: why?
{The crowd starts to roar}
WEEBL: oh!
{We see behind the curtain, BOB}
BOB: he's flipping out man!
BOB: get him off stage!
{A hook comes from the left of the stage, and takes WEEBL's top half and drags it off}
WEEBL: wuurgh!
WEEBL (without top half): I can still talk!
WEEBL (without top half): though I sound a bit stupid.
WEEBL (without top half): anyway...
WEEBL (without top half): with my head gone I look like a bowl.
WEEBL (without top half): which could hold pie.
WEEBL (without top half): that is my goal.
WEEBL (without top half): I wish to be a dish.
WEEBL (without top half): fish!
WEEBL (without top half): eeeerrr...
WEEBL (without top half): anyone got a rhyme for fish?
WEE BULL (off screen): snort!!
{The crowd begins to scream rapidly}
WEEBL (without top half): damn you wee bull.
WEEBL (without top half): you win this time.
{Fades to a message which reads "IN MEMORY OF WESLEY WILLIS (who wasn't a beat poet but he is dead)"}
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