The Nurgatory Tale of Septimus Flong by Sir Frederick Chook
First penned upon the 12th of November, 2014
Septimus Flong, the Dandy Nong,
Walked his octopus down Fisherman’s Prong,
Though common folk would point and joke
At this strange pet in its jewelled yoke
And at his coat of brilliant satin
And his pumps of antique pattern
And his stockings, striped in puce,
And his trews (in cut, quite loose.)
But Septimus, he did not care,
As he paused to powder his hair
And feed his companion a portion of quince
From a silver pot (a gift from a prince.)
O Dandy Nong! You are such a model
For all who tire of commonplace twaddle,
And desire a higher standard of pillock.
Long may you saunter our streets and hillocks.
When not reading
Milton and eating Stilton, he writes, ponders, models, delves into dusty
archives, and gads about town. He has dabbled in student radio and in national
politics, and is presently studying the ways of the shirt-sleeved archivist. He
is a longhair, aspiring to one day be a greybeard. He has, once or twice, been
described as “as mad as a bicycle.”
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compilation of articles, essays, reviews, photographs, artworks,
question-and-answers, promotions, travelogues, diatribes, spirit journeys,
cartoons, ululations and celebrations by Sir Frederick, his friends and contributing
readers. Irregularly regular features include Teacup in a Storm, an etiquette
column, and How to be Lovely, advanced speculations on the aesthetics of the
self.
Other topics that pop
up include fun things in and around Melbourne, art, nature, history, politics
and schnauzers. Sir Frederick’s favorite color is all of them. Enjoy his
writing? Drop him a telegram at fredchook@frillyshirt.org.
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