SCRIBBLE transitive verb \'skri-bǝl\ : TO WRITE HASTILY AND CARELESSLY WITHOUT REGARD TO ELIGIBILITY OR FORM; TO COVER WITH CARELESS OR WORTHLESS WRITINGS.
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.
17 comments:
*HUGS*
Thanks Sweetstickychewy! Feels better... ;0)
I wish you a very Happy New Year.
Hugs for you. I know the numbness well, wrote a book about it actually. Hope you had a good New Year. :)
NESSA
Thanks dear! these are just tiny things running through my mind.
A happy new year?I sure did! ;0)
KARMA LENNON
really? hope i could read that book! you must be very good with that. thanks for the hugs! ;0)
subtle one ;0)
deep. Hope you are feeling better.
REFLECTING POOL
thanks! i feel better now, i sure do... ;0)
KMF
that simple smile is something i really appreciate, thanks! ;0)
I
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.
A poem for you.
When you can't beat em' join them ;)
yeah.. :)
GOATMAN:
thanks dear!
such a nice poem.
i really appreciate it! ;0)
J:
you got a point! i'll take that, thanks! ;0)
ABHISHEK KHANNA
thanks for the nod! nice i got you here ;0)
Hi reign Just catching up. Sent you my blessings and love. Hope you get in better spirits.
wonderful striking words...the words are so vibrant, it really echoes!
MARJA:
You're so sweet, thank you so much. Yes,i definitely feel better. ;0)
KALYAN:
striking words, that's how it goes when you're into it.
thanks!
yeah..at times..the hurt and the pain is so much...that one becomes numb with it...
SHOOTING STAR:
Or sometimes you really choose to be numb for the pain is not worthy.
nice to have you here!
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