mlideen

Yesterday my husband was diagnosed with an autistic spectrum disorder
and I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. Now I can't
get this out of my head:

The Owl and the *****-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 *****, O *****, my love,
What a beautiful ***** you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful ***** you are!"

***** said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! 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.

"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.

david

"A three-pronged fork, such as a pickle fork, curved like a spoon and
having a cutting edge." - American Heritage Dictionary

Like a spork with an edge then. I want one!

Why that poem? I never understood those "childrens'" things.


D.

--
"I don't think that I can take it, cuz it took so long to bake it."
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david

Then again:

http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a961108a.html

Sigh. But I still like the idea of a Super Spork.


D.

rowe rickenbacker

So it's all of the cutlery in one?!


Hell yeah!

Rowe
the one-handed diner
--
I am a hat of justice perched upon the heads of the wicked.
Feel my soft felt lining and quiver, villain!