Why it’s more than a week!

As I brought up my poor neglected blog to contemplate perhaps, possibly, perchance actually posting something, into my head popped “it’s more than a week!” instantly followed by an inner recitation of the following*:

Has not been seen
For more than a week. She slipped between
The two tall trees at the end of the green…
We all went after her. “Emmeline!”

All the way through to:

Where have you been?
Why it’s more than a week!” And Emmeline
Said, “Sillies, I went to see the Queen.
She says my hands are purfickly clean!”

Now, my hands are indeed purfickly clean but I can’t claim to have seen the Queen recently – or indeed ever, not that I harbour any such ambitions being inclined to the view that Australia really ought to detach itself from the British monarchy if only we can work out a way to do so without completely stuffing up our system of government…but I digress – rather I have been expending all my blogging mojo on building a blog for the school P&C (here).

Anyway, if you’re another person who finds their life being narrated by involuntary poetry, or are prone to occasional public recitations, you might like to peruse this post over on In a Strange Land, I’m enjoying the discussion happening there.

Meanwhile I shall try to cease being Bisy and promise to be Backson.

*It’s Before Tea by A. A. Milne, instead of music earworms I get poetry earworms.

7 Responses to “Why it’s more than a week!”

  1. Penthe says:

    Spotted or herbaceous?

  2. Sophie in the Moonlight says:

    OH! I loved the Winnie the Pooh reference!!!!! I’m more of a Tao of Pooh/Te of Piglet kind of girl, rather than the cute cuddly baby theme Winnie the Pooh sort.

    I don’t suppose you could let me know if you see any Heffalumps about? I’ve been looking for ages.

    have a great weekend.

  3. mimbles says:

    I’m a Woozle hunter myself, Heffalumps and Backson’s (of either species) are way out of my class.

  4. Ariane says:

    I get run of the mill music earworms – yesterday the cab we went to work in was playing “Lost in Love”, Air Supply. It just won’t go away damnit. Now I am going to listen to the Herd. Fight fire with fire I say.

  5. Louise says:

    I thought that Emmeline-poem sounded scary!!!

    Reminds me of an old picture book about this girl who always managed to get into trouble because she put snails in the living room and stuff like that. Pretty sure her name was not Emmeline, but I remember being scared as a child because of that book, and the poem reminded me of that same type of being scared. I will see of I can find out what that book’s name was….

  6. Penny says:

    your hands might be perfickly clean but hasn’t anyone every told you, you must never go down to the end of the town without consulting JJMM?

  7. Mel says:

    …and he took great care of his mother, though he was only three!

    I want one of those!

    Why do we remember this stuff – in my 30s (not that long ago) I worked with a woman in her 50s and we used to challenge one another to write down by heart all the words of Matilda (by Hilaire Belloc) – just because we could. Our colleagues would roll their eyes…

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