Sunday, February 12, 2006

Cheney accidently shoots man.

This children's poem sums up how the news of Vice President Cheney's hunting accident affected me as I spent my snowbound Sunday seeking amusement.

Daddy Fell into the Pond
a poem by Alfred Noyes


Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When
Daddy Fell into the pond!

Alfred Noyes

I know I shouldn't laugh, I know that some poor billionaire is in hospital with buckshot in his arse but hey!? It's damn funny.

5 comments:

Clokeeeey! said...

So, going completely off topic....
English in the World cup? will they make the second round and are they a chance to go all the way?

weasel said...

Dear Mondale;
what an excellent poem; never heard it before but I shall have to look up this Noyes bloke.

You beat me to the punch: I was going to lead with this-

I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.

In the jolly meadow
Sat a jolly hare.
Saw the jolly hunter.
Took jolly care.

Hunter jolly eager-
Sight of jolly prey.
Forgot gun pointing
Wrong jolly way.

Jolly hunter jolly head
Over heels gone.
Jolly old safety catch
Not jolly on.

Bang went the jolly gun.
Hunter jolly dead.
Jolly hare got clean away.
Jolly good, I said.

mas said...

Perfect.

Mondale said...

Ah, Clokes,
It's nice of you to drop by but I would much rather you use the back entrance. Musn't frighten the staff.
I'm still pondering my England '06 offical position.
In bed last night I was determined that we must do better than the semis. Of course, if you do better than the semis you really have to win it.
Trouble with being here is that footy isn't such a daily, osmosis style experience. You soon realise how much info you get just by chatting idly with friends and the bloke at work.
I still think we are good enough to beat any team on the planet, but it's just not that straight forward.
The BBC has a cool world cup prediction game which allows you to predict every result of every game. It's on their site, I'll be putting a link up next time I blog.
Needless to say, If the socceroos come anywhere close to upsetting England* I will find you and personally take a dump on your neighbor's lawn.
*By that I mean beating England, not just upsetting them by rudeness.
Still, definitely worth a few bob.

weasel said...

I always affect to be pleasantly surprised by any England victory, that way one can avoid egg on one's face a la our chums across the channel vs. Senegal. You know how much the ex-colonies raise their game when playing their former masters.

Sincerely
Wisdom "Douglas Jardine" Weasel