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.