Earworms & stuff

[desperance]

Do other people get earwormed by verse as well as music, or is it Just Me? All weekend I had Dorothy Parker in my head (who, if you must share headspace, makes no bad companion - but it was just 'Comment', and I had to get Jean to help me out with the third line which I couldn't remember, which is odd given that it is the core of the piece, but hey), and this morning it's Edward Lear, 'The Pobble Who Has No Toes'. Which is doubly unfortunate, as I only know the first two lines. Aaargh.

In other news: I am passing time, prior to being Out To Lunch. So I have just put two rabbits up for confit. I will probably post about this on foodanddrink, along with the recipe for last night's mutton curry, which is not bad at all. I would at this moment be thinking something along the lines of "hmm, rabbit offal, kidneys and livers and hearts: sounds like the cue for a dish of devilled rabbit-offal on toast, perhaps with some mushrooms to lighten the load", only I am Out To Lunch today.

And m'friend Gail has just phoned, and we are Out To Theatre tonight also, which is nice.

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[(Anonymous)]

The Pobble who has no toes
Had once as many as we;
When they said "Some day you may lose them all;"
He replied "Fish, fiddle-de-dee!"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"

The Pobble who has no toes
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his nose
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said "No harm
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
Are safe, -- provided he minds his nose!"

The Pobble swam fast and well,
And when boats or ships came near him,
He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell,
So that all the world could hear him.
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side -
"He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's
Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"

But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green porpoise carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
And when he came to observe his feet,
Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn,
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

And nobody ever knew,
From that dark day to the present,
Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
In a manner so far from pleasant.
Whether the shrimps, or crawfish grey,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away -
Nobody knew: and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a friendly Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest wish
Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish, -
And she said "It's a fact the whole world knows,
That Pobbles are happier without their toes!"

:)