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Hello again SarahSaid
I will be turning thirteen this year. It has, indeed, been that long. I have read a poem many times in the recent past that is a take on Little Miss Muffet. I believe that the author’s name is Guy Whetmore Carryl. Here it is:
The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet
Guy Whetmore Carryl
Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet
(which never occurred to the rest of us)
And as ’twas a June day–and just about noonday–
She wanted to eat, like the best of us.
Her diet was whey and I hasten to say
It is wholesome, and people grow fat on it.
The spot being lonely, the lady not only
Discovered the tuffet, but sat on it.
A rivulet gabbled beside her and babbled
As rivulets always are thought to do,
And dragonflies sported around and cavorted,
As poets say dragonflies ought to do.
When glancing aside for a moment she spied
A horrible sight that brought fear to her–
A hideous spider was sitting beside her,
And most unavoidably near to her!
Albeit unsightly, this creature politely
Said, “Madam, I earnestly vow to you!
I’m penitent that I did not bring my hat. I
Should otherwise certainly bow to you.”
Though anxious to please, he was so ill at ease
That he lost all his sense of propriety,
And he grew so inept that he clumsily stept
In her plate, which is barred in Society.
This curious error completed her terror
She shuddered, and growing much paler not
Only left tuffet but dealt him a buffet,
Which doubled him up in a sailor knot.
Now,it must be explained that at this he was pained.
He cried, “I have vexed you, no doubt of it!
Your fist’s like a truncheon.” “You’re still in my luncheon,”
Was all that she answered. “Get out of it!”
And the moral is this: Be it madam or miss
To whom you have something to say,
You’re only absurd when you get in the curd,
But you’re rude when you get in the whey!
I found this poem very amusing and I hope you will too. No offense, SarahSaid, but I think I will dedicate this particular post, in particular, to my dear Aunt Katherine–er, Auntie Katie. Another thing: (IF YOU ARE SARAH ROSE OR ANY OTHER ANIMAL LOVER, YOU MAY NOT WANT TO READ THIS. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.) We were watching Man vs. Wild, a show on the Discovery Channel where situations are presented to a man named Bear Grylls, who displays basic survival skills for that very particular situation. In one episode, he had found a sheep, a recently deceased sheep, but a sheep nonetheless. He skinned it, both for some of the meat and for the skin and fleece. He created a fire and placed the beautiful flank meat between two pieces of moss on a rock by the fire. Surprisingly, the meat was fully cooked and actually looked quite appetizing. He used the skin/fleece as a flotation device (along with being a carrier for his clothes) and a sleeper. Once, he called it a “sheeping bag”. As I am an adorer and often creator of puns, I cannot believe how I did not think of that. If you are Auntie Katie, which you might very well be, you know what I am talking about. And I hope you liked the thing about the sleeper.
Sheeping bag, anyone?
April 5th, 2010 at 10:29 pm
That last line made me giggle. I’m going to have fun reading all your archived posts and commenting on them. I think I may put a link on FB to your blog too, since you are all talented and all.