30 January 2012

I'll take mine like the Owl and the Pussy-Cat

Go try to scrape gold from ferrets
if you think I'll think pounds means pounds.
Take your chestnuts, your 24 carrots.
Read my lips! See the contract! Zounds!

I'm the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg,
not some beehive milked for honey.
I've got termites on call to munch your leg,
if you think I work for love, not money.


As the contract specifies,
". . . plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note."
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4 comments:

  1. kiy195513 February 2012 at 02:34

    bEast likeSSSsssssssSss!! !

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  2. anna tambour18 February 2012 at 16:48

    so pleeesd!
    (wr'n on behalf the Goose, who's busy honking elsewhere)

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  3. Adam Browne21 February 2012 at 19:27

    lovely, but it requires being read in a Scots accent, I think, to rhyme pounds with zounds - short for god'swounds

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  4. anna tambour23 February 2012 at 16:43

    ach, and my 1936 rhyming dickshunary should be taken out an whipp'd. It says:

    OUNDZ
    zounds
    abounds, etc.

    Which spurs me to tell you about the man with the backpack I met this morning, walking on a remote forest road, having come down from a scenic lookout.

    He said, "It was getting dark, so I decided it was unsafe to go on. I slipped up there last night."

    I only had time to exclaim "Oh!" when he said, "It was so peaceful,'cept for the one mosquito buzzing round my face all night."

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