The Bard of Biscuit City - 1:3

ACT I: SCENE III

The Bard of Biscuit City has much to do with romance. In this scene, I introduce The Knights of Utter Nonsense and announce their New France counterparts, three stunningly beautiful Artificial Intelligence mannequins.

I wanted to add a contemporary twist and allude to our future on this unusual planet. It is a time of unprecedented change, most of it tumultuous. And, as we are witnessing, it is rather alarming and horrifying at times.

Artificial Intelligence is here to stay. You are holding it in your hand and using it daily. Look no further than your phone.

We are also using the evolving connecting framework of it, the World Wide Web. This too will undergo profound changes over time. Trust me on that. It is actually in its infancy.AI is developing and evolving far faster than we humans.

It’s not even close.

Well, the same holds true in Biscuit City.

Art, imitates life, imitates art. More on that later…

But now, I give thee…

ACT I: SCENE III

The Duke of Bad Decisions

And The Duchess of Dirty Lies

Were less in-laws than outlaws

And in truth but royal spies

Employed by Am I the Dauphine?

The evil Empress of New France

Their aim was to dethrone the king

And thwart this newly wed romance

The Dauphine long feared King Worry

She knew his heart not well

Because the shadow side of Light is dark

Her inner space was living hell

When her flagship Maid of Driftwood

Arrived in Biscuit Bay

The Knights of Utter Nonsense

The Good Earl sent upon their way

Sir Bafflegab, Sir Rantsalot

And Sir Groovy Two Shoes too

Led the charge to Biscuit Bay

To bring the French a bon adieu!

They rode like heroes on their way

To save a Hamlet caught on fire

While closing on their hastened heels

Charged Sir Lingo Clarifier

And though Lingo’s steed Spiff Lacking

Ran like a lollygagging boulder

Sir Lingo had the quickest wheels

Upstairs upon his shoulders

For he had a way with words you see

By Fate he had a special talent

 For making utter sense of none

With his brothers who were gallant

But less than swift as diplomats

Or relating to the fairer sex

The tin pots that they wore as hats

Were indeed much more complex

Than their best laid plans

For “What’s for lunch?”

Or even what thought might come next!

 “The French will fry!” cried Rantsalot

“We’ll cook those bums in oil!”

“Or a Bum Boo Bisque!” yelled Bafflegab

“Boiled on Biscuit City soil!”

“Hell, that’s got no taste,” said Two Shoes

“It’s not beaucoup one sweet bit!

How about rotisserie?

Slow cooked froggy on a spit!”

Three Knights of Utter Nonsense

Did howl with joie de vivre

While Sir Lingo went right batty

Scratching head just to conceive

Of a plot to keep his brethren

From screwing up the Earl’s directions

And get the French folk back at castle

Without Clean’s intervention

Diplomacy for family ties

These were the orders on this day

Get the Duke and Duchess to the King

Then see what next would play

While on the Maid of Driftwood

The French pair was coyly waiting

With weapons of their very own

Three of a higher octane rating

The Mannequin Man-Killers

Were made up beyond breathtaking

Their attire was more than casual

About that there was no faking

Shapes of hips and bottoms

Could make three wise men faint

Waists were tiny wisps of air

Breastplates to turn a patron saint

Anais, Anouk and Antoinette

The Man-Killers One Two Three

This was AI tech before its time

Made by Am I the Dauphine?

“It’s soon time to go ashore,”

Said the Duchess to the Duke

“Wind up our Damsel Mannequins

Set to Maximum Rebuke!”

“Are you sure, my love?” asked the arbiter

Of countless less than wise decisions

That might be a bit of overkill

A stratagem of imprecision”

“It’s up to you,” the Duchess said

“I’ll leave it to your call

But if we fail our heads will roll

Instead of Worry’s tete to fall!”