Perhaps some short parodies of childrens poems might be amusing. The only one I can think of that is not vile is the old one:
The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating peanuts by the peck
With apologies for the meter, a strange version of a German lullaby goes:
Sleep baby sleep
Mother is in the battle
Father is in Pommerania
Pommerania is all burned up
Sleep baby sleep
Homer Simpson's version of Do-Re-Me was recently posted in another thread.
One reason Lewis Carrol's Alice books were popular was that many of his poems were parodies of stuffy poems the kids had to learn - see The Annotated Alice version for details.
I liked the Millenium Pie parody of American Pie last year.
And Miles Kington (or was it Alan Coren?) has a great story about Lewis Carrol trying to publish "The Jaberwocky" but there wasn't time to proof read it, which is why it is like it is.
I will try to find references to these and dredge a few more from my memory and post them later.
Ro* Ward
Sung to the tune of Side By Side:
Me and my love we got married
Her over the threshhold I carried
All the guests had gone home
We were alone, Side by Side.
We got ready for bed then,
I nearly fell over dead when,
Her teeth and her hair,
she placed on the chair, side by side.
Her wooden leg to follow,
her little glass eye so small,
along with some other .... attachments
she placed on the chair by the wall.
I was so broken hearted,
from most of my gal I was parted.
So I slept on the chair,
there was more of her there, side by side
Ro* Ward
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle shells,
And the rest is none of your da* business.
wow
All of God's children hold their feet to the fire
Some scream loud and some scream higher
Some of the scream, (high pitched terrified voice) "It's a funeral pyre!"
And some just flap their wings
Or gums
Or anything they feel like.
Popular in the early 60s
Little Miss Muffett
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
And sat dawn beside her
And said,
"What ya got in the bowl, bitch?"
In another thread : songs that get stuck in your head.
Around holiday I get this parody carol:
See the little angel ascend up, ascend up,
See the little angels ascend up on high.
Which end up?
Ascend up.
Which end up?
Ascend up.
See the little angels ascend up on high.
Peter, Peter, Pumkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her,
Had other, and couldn't lover her
Up the chimney he did shove her
Or
I'm a little tea pot short and stout-
Here is my Handle, here is my spout
(look down at arms, and find them both akimbo)
Oh, shit, I am a sugar bowl!I learned both of those before the age of 10-
and later this one...
Old Mother Hubard, went to the cupboard,
To get her poor doggie a bone
When she bent over, the dog got a boner,
and gave her a bone of his own...
and there is the "a weela weela walla" the Dublins childrens song, that i never really learned, and only remember a a word or two...
about the mother who stuck a knife in her baby's head (a weela, weela walla, down by the river sallya)
(and the results--in all the gory legal details)
and Moral of the story is, don't go sticking knifes in baby's heads (a weela, weela walla, down by the river sallya!)
(the song is always sung in a cheerful way-- even though it is somewhat morbid!)
the old mother hubbard reference reminds me of a couple of our favorites as kids:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
Had one f-in big omelet.
...and...
Mary had a little lamb,
her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her
between two hunks of bread.
then of course there was this gem of a song for the playground:
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
we've tortured every teacher and we've broken every rule.
we've speared the secretary and we've shot the principal
and our troops are marching on.
Glory, glory halleluia
Teach hit me with a ruler
the ruler didn't break so she hit me with a rake
and the blood came gushing out.
... and lastly, there was my personal favorite:
On top of old smoky
all covered with blood
i shot my poor sister
with a .44 slug
i went to her funeral
i went to her grave
instead of throwing flowers
i threw a grenade.
kids are horrid, aren't they??
The other parody carol (of which I can only remember the first line) was: While shepherds washed their socks by night....
>kids are horrid...
...and now they do it with the genuine stuff.
My daddy came up with a silly version of "Jingle Bells" to amuse us children when we were little. It goes,
Jingle Bells, shotgun shells, BB's all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a beat-up Chevrolet!
Nonsensical it may be, but we loved it and repeated it ad infinitum.
>>>Jingle Bells, shotgun shells, BB's all the way<<<
sorry, but i don't think your daddy came up with that. i've heard
"Jingle Bells Shotgun Shells" in a number of ways. the one i remember best is:
jingle bells, shotgun shells, granny laid an egg
Perhaps you're right.
But I still think my daddy came up with the "beat-up Chevrolet" part. If you could see our driveway, you would know why.
Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg,
The batmobile lost a wheel and the Joker got away, Hey!
Musick, you stole the one I was going to put.
I can't believe nobody's put this one yet, to the tune of
On Top of Old Smoky:
On top of spaghetti,
all covered with cheese.
I lost my poor meatball
when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
and on to the floor;
and then my poor meatball
rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
and under a bush;
and then my poor meatball
was nothing but mush.
Mary had a little hen
She kept it in her pocket.
And every time she let it out
The rooster tried to f - chase it.
Or
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And one f***ing tulip.
or
Heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to school we go,
With razor blades and hand grenades, heigh ho, heigh ho ...
But as was noted above, this last one is no longer funny.
Bridget, it was a bit longer and slightly different:
On top of old smoky
all covered with blood
i shot my poor teacher
with a .44 slug
I shot her with pleasure
I shot her with pride
I couldn't have missed her
She was 40 feet wide
i went to her funeral
i went to her grave
some people threw flowers
i threw a grenade.
Her body went up
her body went down
her body went splat!
all over the ground
I looked in her coffin
and she wasn't quite dead
so I grabed my bazooka
and blew off her head.
School education is of such a high standard.
These are wonderful-- and I wonder if our childhoods-- when we all learned to freely express some hostility -- many of these songs are familiar to me, did something to protect us from acting them out.
My children and and nieces and nephews have heard most of these songs (they have been forced to ride in the car with me) but they don't know them.. songs like these are lost-- and instead-- we have children acting out the actions.
Today's NYtimes has an article about children and violence-- an the idea that children can't even make idle threats-- since there is a policy of "zero tolerance" and each threat is taken seriously-- maybe we need to make sure kids have outlets--safe outlets for urges.. Destruction is a creative impulse.. maybe we need to have creative impulses to make wicked songs.. and not have wicked acts!
most adults are not subject to zero tolerance-- and like Ralph Cramdon, many times, men (women) who have never acted violently-- say "one of these day, pow! right in the kisser" and don't 1) really mean it, 2) don't get prosecute for threatening violence.
Take a look at my entry in Book Recomendation thread. A new and very good book on children and violence, including ideas and actions from children themselves on what to do about it.
wow
Good God folks. We never had those violented up songs when we were young. The closest we ever got was the end of the year ditty...
no more pencils, no more books
no more teachers' dirty looks.
I wonder if it is the same in the other provinces? Bean, seian? Maybe that`s why everybody calls Canada the peacekeepers. Well, that and the fact that all of our armed forces share one gun.
The end of school verses used to be heard in Massachusetts.
But how about some more parodies. Unfortunately most of the ones I remember are vile. Also vile, but less so is a parody of "My bonnie lies over the ocean
My bonnie lies over the sea...."
Parody= "My bonnie has tuberculosis
My bonnie has only one lung.....(and gets vile)
Surely some of us ought be able to remember others.
In an other thread-- there is discussion of the words of the Lunch time song--
Great big gobs of mutilated monkey meat.. (and lots of other appetizing foods ) But its a bit of YART.
Parody= "My bonnie has tuberculosis
My bonnie has only one lung.....(and gets vile)
Surely some of us ought be able to remember others.
I heard Jaspr Carrott do a couple. One, of "Yesterday"
"Leprosy,
I'm not half the man I used to be"
For another, he did not even have to change the words. He simply began by saying that this was being sung by a victim of chronic acne
"They call me mellow yellow,
Quite rightly"
I heard the 'Yesterday' one, but in school. And verse two went:
"Syphillis
Now it even hurts to take a p***
It all started with a simple kiss
Oh why did I
Get Syphillis"
Ah well... school-days eh? (Now if only I can remember our Hinglish NCC camp-songs...
)
and the Yuletide greeting "A Merry Syphillis and a Happy Gonorrhoea!"
Rod Ward
There's a wonderful Australian collection of children's rhymes and parodies called "Cinderella dressed in yella", published in 1969. Try your local libraries! In the meantime, here's some nursery rhymes:
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn,
The sheep are in the meadow,
The cows are in the corn.
Where's that boy who should be guarding the sheep?
Under the haystack with Little Bo-Peep.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
She looks for them sedately.
I hope she finds them very soon,
Because we've had no lamb chops lately.
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat did a piddle
Right in the middle of the floor.
The little dog laughed
To see such fun,
And the cat did a little bit more.
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider and sat down beside her
And Little Miss Muffet said, "Rack off, hairy legs".
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
-- Up, stupid!
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her daughter a dress,
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so was her daughter I guess.
and, for an encore:
My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat.
Farted through the keyhole
And paralysed the cat.
Mary had a little lamb, the Doctor was surprised!
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was black as soot,
And everywhere that lamb did go, its sooty foot it put.
I recently mentioned "Mots D'Heure; Gousse, Rames" et al in the Favourite Book thread. I don't know if they count as parodies or not. If not, what? For those that don't know this delightful (pers.op.) book it consists of poems ostensibly in French, framed in old woodcuts and with erudite footnotes. However, when you read them out loud they change into English Nursery Rhymes (Mother Goose Rhymes). For example one starts:
Un petit d'un petit
S'ettonne aux Halles
with a foot note for the first line of "The inevitable result of a child marriage."
[Just realised I didn't do a YART search - will now anyway]
Rod Ward
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
They sure did something else up there
Coz they came back with a daughter
There's a host of popular Aussie children's books that are lots of fun:
Far out, Brussels Sprout!, Alright Vegemite! and Unreal Banana Peel!
They have loads harmless rhymes like some of those mentioned. Anyone know these?
From he has the heart of a little child...
... in a jar on his desk.
Gee, Dr Bill, just cuz it gets vile ... OK, I'll finish it:
My Bonnie has tuberculosis
My Bonnie has one rotten lung
My Bonnie spits blood in a bucket
And dries it and chews it for gum, yum! yum!
Come up, come up, oh
Come up my supper,
Come up, come up
Come up, come up, oh
Come up my supper,
Come up.
Mason, Jason, get the basin!
Oops! Slop! Get the mop!
+++++++=
Courtesy of MAD Magazine:
(to the tune of Hello, Dolly)
Hello, Deli
This is Joe, Deli
Would you please send up
Some nice corned beef on rye?
A box of Ritz, Deli
And some Schlitz, Deli
Some chopped liver
And a sliver of your apple pie
Turkey legs, Deli
Hard boiled eggs, Deli
Some tomatoes and potatoes you french fry
Oooohhhh
Please don't be late, Deli,
'Cuz I can't wait, Deli,
Deli, without breakfast I will die!
+++++++++
(to the tune of Petula Clark's "Downtown")
When you eat meat
but hate the meat you are eating
Then you've surely got
Ground round
It's so unnerving
when they're constantly serving
In an eating spot
Ground round
They may call it chopped steak,
Salisbury or beef patty
No matter what it's called
It's always overcooked and fatty
What can you do?
Sound off to your waiter there
Loudly pound on the table,
Stand up on the chair,
And shout,
Ground Round,
Piled on my plate I see
Ground Round,
Always you're conning me
Ground Round,
Why must it always be
Ground round, ground round....
Edward Lear books of Nonsence have one wonderful stuff too-- all of his many {clean} limricks-Like:
There was an old man with a beard
Who said "It is just as I feared,
Two owl, a hen,
Three larks and wren,
Have all made their nests in my beard!"
He also has a wonderful collection of Flora, all with amazing Latin names...and illistrations of the flora.
and his poems-- Like the Owl and the Pussycat.
All very funny on several levels, so children and parents can enjoy.
How about "found a peanut?
Found a peanut (x2)
Found a peanut last night
Last night, when I was sleeping
Found a peanut last night?
It was rotten (x2)
It was rotten last night
Last night when i was sleeping
It was rotten last night
(each verse follows same pattern)
Ate it any way
Got sick
Died
I was dreaming
with several varients, some longer--
Very similar to the "the tree is in the Hole" (american)
and "Down in the boggy Oh" (irish)
The tree is in the hole, the hole is in the ground
and the green grass grows all around, all around,
the green grass grows all around...
The tree down in the boggy oh--
Away down in the boggy oh...
Bog, bog, the boggy oh
away down in the boggy oh!
(the tree has a branch,.... the finest branch you ever did see.., the branch is on the tree, the tree is in the hole,
the hole is in the ground...
the tree has a limb, the limb is on the branch, the branch is on the tree, the tree is in the boggy , away down in the boggy oh..
right down to the eyelash on a fledgling...
and
There was an old woman who swallowed a fly,
I don't know why she swallowed a fly
perhaps she'll die?
there was an old women who shallowed a spider
It wiggled and giggled and tiggled insider her
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
But i don't know why she swallowed the fly
Perhaps she'll die
there was an old woman who swallowed a bird
How absurd to swallow a bird,
she swallowed the bird to peck at the spider....(repeat words from above.)
there was an old woman who swallowe a cat
Image that, she swallowed a cat!
she swallowed the cat to worry the bird...
there was an old woman who swallowed a dog
What a hog to swallow a dog..
she swallowed the dog to chase the cat.
there was an old woman who swallowed a cow..
I dont know how she swallowed a cow...
she swallowed the cow to kick the dog....
There was an old woman who swallowed a goat
She just opened her throat, and swallowed a goat
She swallowed the goat to nip at the cow,
But i don't now how she swallowed a cow!
She swallowed the cow to kick the dog....
there was an old woman who swallowed a horse!
She died! Of course!
and from Woody Guthry
I'm being swallowed
by a boa constricter, (3 times)
and i don't like it very much!
Oh no, there goes my toe
Oh gee its up to my knee
Oh fiddle, its reached my middle
Oh heck, its up to my neck
Of Fred it swallowed my (GULP!)
Boa Constrictor and Woody Guthrie? Shel Silverstein (?sp) isn't it, or was it both? My kids always sang that as "I'm being eaten by a bus conductor"! to link to another thread.(The guy who takes your money on a bus)
Rod Ward
I am almost certain it's a Woody Guthry song-- as is "the wheel of the bus go round and round" (that is definately a Woody Guthry song!)
some of Woody's songs entered the mainstream so quickly-- it was as if they were always there..
Like Tommy Makem's "Four green fields"-- original written as a commercial "background song" for Aer Lingus-- which many now swear is as old as the hills being sung about... and a "traditional song"
meanwhile other traditional songs-- Wabash Cannonball, ie, which is a traditional song, author unknown, have one "version" copyrighted, by one person-- who then try to demand royalties!
Arlo said one of the joys of his childhood, was going to school and having teachers "teach" him songs his daddy wrote!
Hmm, Sparteye. The version I learned growing up was:
My Bonnie has tuberculosis,
My Bonnie has only one lung,
My Bonnie, she coughs up raw oysters,
And rolls them around on her tongue.
Ugh.
(By the way, I adore Hello Deli. Never heard it before! Thanks!)
these remind me of some email that was circulating awhile back (which probably means you've all read these, but in case anyone missed them....)
REJECTED CHILDREN'S BOOK TITLES:1. You Are Different and That's Bad
2. The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
3. Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will
4. Why Can't Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?
5. Your First Day at School and Why You'll Never Come Home Again
6. Hammers, Screwdrivers and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It Book
7. When Mommy Leaves Daddy, And What You Did to Cause It
8. You Can Make a Plastic Bag Space Helmet
9. Good Night, Closet Monster; Goodbye, Honey
10. That's it, I'm Putting You Up for Adoption
11. Grandpa Gets a Casket
12. The Magic World Inside the Abandoned Refrigerator
13. Little Hands, Big Toasters
14. Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia
15. Where Would You Like to Be Buried?
16. Your Nightmares Are Real
17. Some Kittens Can Fly
18. Strangers Have the Best Candy
19. Pop! Goes The Hamster...And Other Great Microwave Games
20. The Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy
21. You Were an Accident
22. Daddy Drinks Because You Cry
~b
REJECTED CHILDREN'S BOOK TITLES:Oustanding! How many of those fine tomes are on your childrens' bookshelves?
I want to get me a copy of number 7.
Helen, have you ever seen the short (5 mins) animated film of this song made by the National Film Board of Canada in the 1960s? In their version, Burl Ives is the singer. I'm delighted to have a print in the film collection I maintain on behalf of our film society. It may be available on a video compilation; perhaps your local library can locate it. It's fun.
Oh, well, what the hell --
Whistle while you work
Hitler is a jerk
Mu-sso-li-ni
Bit his peenie
Now it doesn't squirt
-Binky
Now you've gone too far, IP; I can hear the sirens approaching.
Just for the record, a google search gives authorship of Boa Constrictor by a majority vote to the Scouting Association of America. But for other Shel Silverstein verse see http:"//www.rpi.edu/~nicej/poetry/others/shel.html"
In line with the tone of this thread is:
The Dragon of Grindly Grun
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breath fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
When I see a fair damsel go by,
I just sigh a fiery sigh,
And she's baked like a 'tater-
I think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye.
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
But my lunches aren't very much fun,
For I like my damsels medium rare,
And they always come out well done.
Rod Ward
<<Now you've gone too far, IP; I can hear the sirens approaching.>>
And at the first hint of political commentary... "From the mouths of babes..."
Binky
Too bad I can't remember much of the parodies in book I had a long time ago.
Twas midnight on the ocean
Not a streetcar was in sight
And that was hardly odd, because....
"Can't we all just get a song"
BYOB
Dr. Bill, sounds like a varient on:
One dark morning, in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf police man heard the noise,
and came to rescue the two dead boys
If you don't believe my story, ask the blind man,
he saw it all!
(there are many varients of this-- this is the one i know)
other common song in this style is Old Susanna!
In rained all night, the day i left,
the weather it was dry,
the sun, so hot, i froze to death.
Susanna, don't you cry!
I have a book of childrens poetry that states this type of parody is especially American.. is it right?
this kind of parody is American
Maybe USA has got it down to a fine art, but UK kids (well OK me a looong time ago) are exposed to this style of parody. I don't know (haven't the reference to hand, prob from Penguin Anthology of Comic and Curious Verse) the source of this one in similar vein:
Yesterday*, while going up the stair.
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.
*Doesn't scan to me, could be "Last Week"?
Spike Milligan has some delightful Children's verse, such as:
There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in,
but they're ever so small, that's why rain's so thin.
Rod Ward
<<Yesterday*, while going up the stair.>>
See, -now that's really the only really clever one so far. As to scan, how about "Once, while going..."
But, as long as we're on not-so-very clever ones, I can throw in another (surprise!)
Mary loves to skate
When the wind is cold and brisk
Mary is a little fool
her little asterisk
This is Binky, wishing you a pleasant from the rings of Saturn, signing off.
A capital ship
For an ocean trip
Was the Walloping
Windowblind.
No wind that blew
Dismayed her crew,
Or troubled the
Cptain's mind.
The man at the wheel
Was made to feel
Contempt for wildest
Blow, Oh, Oh, Oh
Though it often appeared
When the gale had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below.
Anybody remember the other verses?
<<know the verses>>
No, but did Gilbert and Sullivan borrows from this ditty?
"..And when the breezes blow
I generally go below.."
--Captain of the HMS Pinafore
This is Binky, wishing you a pleasant from the rings of Saturn, signing off.
Capital Ship : Walloping Window Blind
The chorus sung between verses :
Heigh ho my lads Heigh Ho
A roving we will go.
We'll stay no more on England's shore
So let the breezes blow-ow-ow.
We're off on the bounding main .......??????
And dammitall I can't remember the rest of the lyrics but do remember some were quite naughty.
I used to know several verses --in those dear days long ago -- as did my sons and we sang it on car trips!
Oh, SOMEBODY please post it.
Tsuwm ... a challenge for your Post-A-Day ?
Read somewhere that there was a Widow Woman who kept track of a handsome Captain through her window which faced the pier and when the Captain glanced her way the Widow Woman would slam (whallop) the blind thus giving herself away.... and spawning a nautical ditty.
wow
>walloping window blind
ann (and bill), this is the best I could come up with.
there is an email address at the bottom, and I'll bet you could write to Mr. Glover and get more....
http://www.hamiltonet.com/4546.htmthe line "...he'd been in his bunk below" does make it look like there's a connection with G&S.
and jackie, the minimum daily requirement is looking like the maximum too.
Thank you, tsuwm ... I read the whole piece and found it delightful.
It started with the opening for WWB and gave the *real* chorus which my memory had outrageously scrambled. Herewith the correct chorus as copied from the column:
So blow, ye winds Hi Ho! a roving we will go,
I'll sail no more from England's shore, So let the music play-ay-ay.
I'm off on the morning train, I'll cross the raging main,
I'm off to me love with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away.."
I did send a note off via Email to Mr. Glover and perhaps we may yet get more verses.
Hope springs eternal
wow
When I put the Walloping Window Blind into my "Songs" folder, I found this one (copied as I found it):
My Uncle Charles McDermott (1st Photo squadron) sent this parody of the U.S. Army Air Corps anthem to my Mother and Dad in 1942.
Sung to tune of the real AAC anthem "The wild blue yonder"
Off we go into the file drawer yonder
Diving deep into the drawer,
Here it is, buried away down under
The gol dern thing the brass was searching for.
Off we go into the CO's office
Where we get one hellava roar
We live in miles of paper files. OH!
Nothing can stop the Army File Corps.
wow
How about some verses to
Mademoiselle from Armentiers, parlez vous
Hasn't been kissed in forty years....
We used to sing it while marching, and make up parodies as we went:
They say this is a mechanized war, parlez vous
So what the hell are we marching for?....
Thanks Rod-- I know it as "Last night upon the stair" for the first line,
and "I wish, I wish he'd go away"
which scans fine. (and i thought it was too much fun for only american kids to have discovered)
do we have any former girls scouts? I don't remember the song about the rooster--only the idea of it
Its about the wonderful rooster--
who gets into the garden and everything starts coming up eggplants--
and he corners the farmers wife, and after that she only has eggheads--?
there are about six or seven verses
Tsuwm reminded me of an old parody:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Perhaps unless the billboards fall
I shall never see a tree at all. (Ogden Nash?)
In reply to:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Perhaps unless the billboards fall
I shall never see a tree at all. (Ogden Nash?)
Yes, that is Ogden Nash. I've seen it somewhere in the "the face is familiar" anthology.
jimthedog
On the beach you nubile walk
mid the billowing, seagull squawk!
You, the constant of my thought,
Could your latex lips but talk!
[BF Goodrich?]
From:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
To:
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat,
Flying 'round and 'round my hat.
Up above the trees so high,
Like a tea tray in the sky.
wow
Twinkle, twinkle, AWADtalk;
Word lovers who like to balk
At yarts and being called ayleurs;
That thing wasn't mine, it's yours;
Twinkle, twinkle, words alight,
Sending auras day and night.
"who like to balk" - speak for yourself, kemosabe, I
LIKE Ayleur!
speak for yourself, kemosabe, I LIKE Ayleur!Have some raspberries then, "Dear"!
"who like to balk"
Did you hear the one about the guy who got expelled from the nudist colony, because when playing leapfrog, he kept balking?