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| Snowy bit: "Field-with-snow-champ-enneige" by Emmanuel Boutet; gloves belong to snowmen |
In Winter, when snow lies thick on the ground
It means buried snowmen
Are waiting to be found.
A Digger
Home Thoughts from A Wardrobe
Jobe, jobe, the fantling gront,
Perteeny and bonglip blancmange,
All blibbsy and clangthump with westerly airs
Astride a great noble faranjie
Parnsfeldt, parnsfeldt, pogniart and Crilp,
The fuming, umniant Snobberly,
Winky, wonky spune and blort
My puny, disgraceful throbberly.
And so to unsqueam
With gernackers thribed
Jermin, all jermin and boncefeel
Woggarts gripped and pules ascribed
Aligroaty! Aligroaty! My funtsgreel!
A.J Nostrille
The lovely, moving poetry reminded me of something or other, but I can't remember what it is.
ReplyDeleteJoan Albermarle [Mrs. 47]
Reminded you of something or other, Mrs Albermarle? It's been lifted, every line, from Robbie Burns.
ReplyDeleteG. Snoadling [Mr]