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!”