(2/16) It's grey,
(2/17) my frien,'
(2/18) it's grey...
(2/19) ...again.
(2/20) It's grey.
(2/21) Since when...?
(2/22) Ten days
(2/23) 'tis been --
(2/24) ten out
(2/25) o' ten.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
SpoonBread
Too young to leave her
mum, this lass still
bakes -- fast -- cherry
pies.*
What's choc'late-like, with
notes of Bosc and
Danjou: pear-y
chais.
Moral:
First, eat and drink. Then -- later -- think.
* The traditional song "Billy Boy, Billy Boy"
tells of a girl who can "bake a cherry pie
in the twinkling of an eye" but is "a young
thing who cannot leave her mother."
mum, this lass still
bakes -- fast -- cherry
pies.*
What's choc'late-like, with
notes of Bosc and
Danjou: pear-y
chais.
Moral:
First, eat and drink. Then -- later -- think.
* The traditional song "Billy Boy, Billy Boy"
tells of a girl who can "bake a cherry pie
in the twinkling of an eye" but is "a young
thing who cannot leave her mother."
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