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4:27 p.m. - February 07, 2003
Nursery rhymes
Rob sent me a book from London featuring nursery rhymes that indulges my love for words and unfettered roll-your-eyes moments. A few selections: Classic Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean, And so between them both, you see, They licked the platter clean. Pretentious Jack Sprat ate food that was fat free, Although his wife behaved diametrically. By exploiting their disparity of gastronomic taste, Their co-dependence ensured the minimum of waste. OK, OK, so it's not funny for you. But these things make me smile and that's good enough for me. Here's another: Classic Ladybird! Ladybird! Fly away home. Your house is on fire And all your children are gone. All except one, And that's little Ann, For she has crept under the fying pan. Pretentious Red aphid-eater with black punctuation! Avolate to your domestic conflagration. All your progeny have decamped And little Ann is extremely cramped: Instead of running away She's under the Le Creuset. One more, just one more! Classic Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them. Leave them alone, and they'll come home. Wagging their tales behind them. Pretentious Little Bo-Peep has demonstrably failed in her mission To maintain a group of ruminant mammals under close supervision. At home the animals will happily reappear, So long as Bo-Peep doesn't interfere. They're not stupendous, just like most things. I'm off Monday!
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