edward lear

[altf4]

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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'


II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

^^

g max ~:)

[Roll]

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

runcible?

Attempts to define the word:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runcible_spoon

Scroll down a wee little bit...

[Nanno]

That is indeed a very moving little piece of poetry!

Cheers,
Greg

P.S.: I'll borrow it and post it elsewhere, as it made me think in some beautiful pictures...

[jules]

That is indeed a very moving little piece of poetry!

Cheers,
Greg

Erm Greg,
sorry to burst your bubble mate,but its a nursery rhyme ,
a kids bedtime story,
i had to laugh at the pig selling his ring for a shilling

[Nanno]

To YOU it may be a nursery rhyme, but for ME this is just WOW... It has a certain inner beauty, can't really describe it, it moves me.

I have to ask my mum, maybe she read it to me, when I was a toddler, as it does sound awfully familiar in a strange way.

Cheers,
Greg

[Roll]

i had to laugh at the pig selling his ring for a shilling

the time it was written, a shilling was not less...but well, depends on that ring

[altf4]

in fact it's a 'nonsense rhyme': pretty surrealistic at that. anyone know the drugs they took during that time?
also, correct me if i'm rong, it's written in limmerick-format.

but it's true, it has a beauty you can't quite put a finger on.

oh - wrong language ;)

g max ~:)

[jules]

To YOU it may be a nursery rhyme, but for ME this is just WOW... Greg

Greg,
the was no intention of belittling it or you ,
and if it came across that way well then i apologise,
i was wrong to call it a nursery rhyme,it did indeed start life as a poem,
over the years it has become a lot shorter and has turned into a nursery rhyme.
I don't understand Poetry,i'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to that sort of thing ,
give me quotes like the ones at the bottom of my page,these are the words that for me have meaning,
i can identify with and understand

@Roll,
you are right,i suppose a shilling in those days was quite a bit of money,
classy pig huh



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[Dreckbratze]

es gibt mir zu denken, dass nat + max nächstes jahr in ein boot steigen und ferne gefilde ansteuern. ne klampfe hat er auch...........wer weiss, vielleicht wartet da am ufer ´n schweinchenß

[altf4]

ein erbsengruenes boot ;)

g max ~:)

[Nutzkrad Treiber]

I


To the land where the Bong-tree grows

~:)

the netherlands???

[altf4]

They're shaped like a marshmellow stick and vary in height.

The Tale of Little Pig Robinson is a children's book written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter and first published simultaneously in Britain by Frederick Warne & Co. and in America by David McKay Company in September 1930.[1] The tale is the story of the pig in Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat" and how he came to "the land where the Bong tree grows". Potter spent a holiday in Lyme Regis when she was seventeen, and used views of Lyme Regis, nearby Sidmouth, Ilfracombe, Hastings, Sussex, and Teignmouth Harbour as backgrounds in the book. Though her last published book, it was one of the first written.[2]

--> gb

g max ~:)

[Nanno]

in fact it's a 'nonsense rhyme': pretty surrealistic at that. anyone know the drugs they took during that time?
also, correct me if i'm rong, it's written in limmerick-format.

but it's true, it has a beauty you can't quite put a finger on.

oh - wrong language

g max ~:)

Regarding the drugs, it was mostly Absinthe (the good stuff back then) and a whole lot of Opium, just to spice things up a little.

Cocaine was only used to help when you were suffering from a headache or were feeling a tad low. Perhaps that's the reason why some of the ladies up to now are suffering from a light headache every now and then

@Jules: no offense taken at all, maybe my response was put a bit too hard (in the written form) - I just love that poem and yes, my mum read it to me, when I was small... (asked her today)

Cheers,
Greg

[altf4]

...and yes, my mum read it to me, when I was small... (asked her today)
Cheers,
Greg

thought so, nat knew it by heart :)
i don't know why, but this poem doesn't cease to move me :)

g max ~:)

[Nanno]

I will make Killian learn it by heart...