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Take Two: "In The Cosy Heights Of Rach's Treehouse" (2009) by Sir Steven Ilchev

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Uploaded by on Jan 5, 2010

Sir Steven Ilchev [ILL CHAV], the 5'1" tall, 6 st heavy brontopotamus recites his rather playful tribute to an exceedingly pleasant and mischievous young lady called Rachael Maguire. The poem was penned towards the final moments of the 21st Century's turbulent 'Noughties' decade.
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In The Cosy Heights Of Rach's Treehouse
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By: Steven Ilchev, 2009
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Dedicated to Rachael Maguire
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Tickled her silly like an intoxicating hillbilly
As we watched the flower-beds of irreversible
Sensations self-sweep towards bearded oblivion

Raking the leaflets, left behind by loving whisperers
In suburban alleys commercialised by aspiring
Party animals

Let there be some lady, as if humoured by
Paul O'Grady who draws you in neatly
Winks at you overheatingly

Infallible eye-contact, dramatic elocution,
Riveting barnet-swinging, telephonic precision
No safer hands than Rach's voice of decision

Tickled her silly like a beefed-up hillbilly
As they climbed the literary bark-walls towards
The cosiest treehouse, beyond cloudy encirclements

Encirclements of peace-loving exchanges, devil-may-care
Human wild streaks overcoming overstated normalcy
Over-stressed misfiring of eye-lashes' significance

Muscle up those bark-walls, you boys of adventure-twirls
Muscle up gently, respect Lady Rachael, her treehouse is
Cosy but don't you be nosy, or else you'll be lousy

Lousy as locusts, poking fun at mud-wrestlers in quest of
The crux of a thin-crust too crisp, look Rach in the eye
And feel how thou lisp

Tickled her silly like a sweaty hillbilly as zoned-out boys
Were put in their place by the organised Rach, the treehouse-manor
Magic-wand waver of wishes unwished for

Let there be cosy treehouse fables as though enacted by
A trillion Clark Gables and a drama sensation of Rach's
Unique intonation creating a homely squeak

Squeak so sugarcoated, too nice and inventive
Keeping everyone transfixed as hillbillies
Run to the hills...

As hillbillies run to the hills!

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  • Paeeeeeeddooooooooo!!!!!

  • "Tickle me silly, like an intoxicating hillbilly." Oh! Oh! Quite spectacular, my good sir. Where might I purchase one of your transcripts? I demand to know! Preferably hardback, as I am notably a flamboyant reader.

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