Thursday 18 March 2010

Britain is a country where old men can enjoy spring sun














It is warm. My ancient cat and the crocus, crocuses or croci, whatever you want to call them, are, like me, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

I am reminded of the poem :

Spring is sprung,
Da grass is riz,
I wonder where dem boidies iz ?

Da little boids is on da wing,
Ain't dat absoid,
Da little wings is on da boid.

A poem not by e e cummings, or by Ogden Nash, but that other well known poet called : 'Anonymous'.

Isn't that interesting ?

1 comment:

  1. You taught me that one as a kid, together with 'the bloody orknies' and 'My baby 'as gone down de plug'ole.'

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