The Order of the Can III

A paddle of ducks
(Piddle paddle piddle)
Run out of luck
(Waddle paddle waddle)
Because they get stuck
(Struggle paddle struggle).
But then the Spill Chick
(Little spiller little)
Came up with a stick
(Paddle piddle paddle)
Pushed into the thick
(Piddle struggle piddle)
And saved them from muck
(Giggle paddle giggle)
But misspelled the dicks
(Woeful piddle paddle).




*looks up at poem* Clearly my current state of joblessness does not agree with me....
 
I would venture a guess that that state agrees with very few people.

However, my current state doesn't agree with me either, so who knows...

Meanwhile, I have a vision of sawyeresque ducks...
 
The Spill Chick objects to the word "sawyeresque." And also to whitewash, due to a bad chick-hood experience....
 
The Spill Chick made the mistake of reading A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court first. Since then he has been boycotting Mark Twain.
 
Depending on your attitudes toward the Middle Ages, it could be worse...thankfully I was forced to read Twain excerpts in school before I read that book. *shudders in horror*

Out of curiosity, what is the wrong Chesterton? (I read Heretics first. The chapter on George Moore was hysterical. Since then...I have liked some of his books better than others.)

Back on topic...is that a squirrel?
 
I tried The Everlasting Man first...very weighty and not at all funny. I've also heard Orthodoxy isn't a good one to start on. I don't know...maybe I was just too young.

*squirrel*

"It is funny because the squirrel gets dead!"
 
Hmm...Orthodoxy isn't too bad as a starter, although The Man Who Was Thursday is probably better. The Everlasting Man is funny because it's a rather upside-down apologetic in some ways, but I think you've got to have some college under your belt before you see the fun in it.

When I read TEM--it was like having revenge on my cultural anthropology professor. Delightful.

I would like to register my opposition to your treatment of squirrels. At the university I graduated from, those are (reportedly) the souls of dead students. How could you? They've suffered enough already.
 
It's not my treatment of squirrels. At least not per se... Have you seen "Up?" Zis may be hard to explain...

Not sure that the soul thing really changes it, though.

Well, whatever the reason, it put me off Chesterton for a while. I think it might have gone better if he had weaseled his way into my affections with something lighter first, but mayhap the fault was on my side, not his.
 
In that case...I suppose we could just forget about blame and hold a funeral instead. If you can find someone to officiate.

I held a funeral for an ant once....
 
And I used to make pit-houses for cicadas.

Actually, that time has come again to my neck of the woods. Maybe I should start thinking about cicada housing.

And funerals.

Officiate? Probably Olly would do it. It seems supremely fitting to him...you know how it goes.
 
If Oly holds the funeral, I definitely have to stay alive for it.

Would he include poetry? I like poetry.

And Shakespearian. It would confuse the relatives.

Please don't invite the DLF.
 
He would include only ridiculous poetry, unless you tricked him into thinking you didn't want it...

But the DLF is SO looking FORWARD to the momentous occasion!
 
He says...OK! Lots of mummies are alive still, in his experience, so he is sure it wouldn't be a problem for him. He just has to check his schedule. Embalming appointments are a bit lengthy, he hears.
 
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