"Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life,
particularly if he has income and she is pattable"
Regards
Greg
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"Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life,
particularly if he has income and she is pattable"
Regards
Greg
John Henry's out of use by date mate?
dont fish with stale bait,
now fishing, thats an interesting topic.
Astrid:)
heheh I had to read that several times before I got the pun. Well done :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Greg Ward
Dear Greg,
Now what sort of answer are you looking for here? I looked up Ogdin Nash in encyclopedia. Author of light humorous verse. Puns and all that. Occasionally bitter in his satire. Worked with Kurt Weill. Cool.
Hmmmm! I don't know. He might be humorous but I don't agree with him on that paticular point.
Sorry that's not funny is it.
I quite like fish though.
Love from
The Tea Lady
Ogden Nash was a great humourist of his time. Perhaps I should say humorist, as he was American. Many years since I've read any of his works but one I remember was a little ahead of it's time.
There was a rubbishy sentimental song
"I think that I shall never see,
A thing more lovely than a tree'
Nash undercut the whole sentimentality by writing
'I think that I shall never see,
A thing more lovely than a tree.
But unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all."
Jerry
Everyone is entitled to my opinion
I thought it went
"i think that I shall never see,
A billboard lovely as a tree"
da da da
Dont know about the quote at start of thread
But Custard the Dragon is a favourite of mine:U
Astrid
One for the woodies:
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it and found it good
And that is why your cousin May
Fell though the parlour floor today
The Eel
I don't mind eels
Except in meals
Celery
Celery, raw
Develops the jam,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.
Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed
He watched the ads
And not the road
A wonderful bird in the pelican
His beak can hold more than his belly can
What's the use
Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants
Yours are the limbs my sweeting
You look divine as you advance
Have you seen yourself retreating?
The cow
The cow is of the bovine ilk
One end is moo, the other milk
Family Court
One would be in less danger
From the wiles of the stranger
If one's own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with
The camel
The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary, Two
Or else the other way around.
I'm never sure. Are you?
And my favourite
Reflections on ice-breaking
Candy
Is dandy
But liquor
Is quicker
And thousands more. His mind could see words and within them, a breakdown that must have been both exciting and confusing.
Regards
Greg
Or
The common cormerant, or shag
makes nests inside a paper bag
and then something about bears and buns
Loved it as a child
my children like it too
Astrid
So despite the quote that heads this thread his is actually a funny guy. I am amazed that an actual person made up that pelican one and not good old anon. (not of W.A. I think) Maybe I'll try to find some to read to my small person.:cool:
Astrid,
Sorry about my misquotation but I did say I hadn't read him for years. Put it down to my age. I too often rely on a sometimes imperfect memory and not on Google.
Just a little quote -- The older you get, the more things accelerate. The memory has trouble keeping up.
Jerry
Everyone is entitled to my opinion
But Custard the Dragon is a favourite of mine:U
Astrid[/quote]
So how does the one about Custard the dragon go?:?
THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON
By Ogden Nash
Copyright Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt
Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.
Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.