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Thursday, 22 December 2011


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It has snowed in East Angular too.

Ah well, DM, I understand it gives all you 'East Angulars' your lovely complexions!

In fact, the day it snowed the winter cherries near us were all in blossom, a lovely sight.

P.S. We still have one brave little periwinkle blossom in the hedge at the side of our house.

Oh dear, DM, you'll be telling us next that you live in a thatched cottage in a place called Midsommer!

Der spring is sprung

Der grass is riz;

I wonder where dem boidies is.

Der little boids is on der wing.

Ain’t dat absoid?

Der little wings is on der boid!

I had thought this little gem was penned by the great Ogden Nash but apparently its roots are lost in antiquity.
And there seem to be many versions of this wonderful little ditty.
However, this one is my favourite Ogden Nash.
It definitely doesn't sound like Damon Runyon to me.

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Ah, dear old Ogden Nash! I have his collected works which now I will publish regularly from time to time.

Yes, it's a toss up between A. A. Milne and Ogden Nash for me.
"King John was not a good man".

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