Saturday, December 20, 2008

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5 comments:

Taiga the Fox said...

I'm going to be sweded now. Behave, please.

pleite said...

Sweded?

Christopher Campbell-Howes said...

* clears throat*

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 sweded 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.


(Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat

Taiga the Fox said...

Yep, BiB, I had a small Stockholm-syndrome. I'm all well now.

Christopher; *applauds*

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

There's something so wrong about that photo that it's just perfect :)