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15 comments:
POND POEM (sung to 'There was an Old Woman')
There once was a lady with an English pond
To have a pond she was very fond
She dug it herself big and deep
Wildlife itself had to keep
An English loved pond
Frogspawn batched and damselflies hatched
Spring time was particularly special to catch
The herons would supper on great frog dishes
In an extra swish they would also eat fishes
An English loved pond
The fish were drawn to dining frogspawn
Frogs still appeared plenty were born
But great pond ripples would often shake
With an non poisonous but hungry for frogs grass snake
An English loved pond
The snake ate the frogs who quickly jumped out
The greyhound fell in when running about
Remember the pond was big and deep
Wildlife itself had to keep
An English loved pond
Later this lady either did move or abscond
She was still very fond to keep a pond
The soil was like sand, local fauna like stubble
The pond wasn't grand, but more than a puddle
An Australian loved pond
Goldfish made ripples and lived on tadpoles
These pretty fish were lucky not living in bowls
Herons gathered for brunch of goldfish crunch
A dog chased the heron, just imaginary lunch
An Australian loved pond
The Australian story of flood or drought
Made no difference to mosquitoes about
Motorbike frogs aren't seen as chow
Their clever way how is by tasting real foul
An Australian loved pond
English or Australian however the same
Less famine than feast in either ponds' game
It does not differ no matter how deep
Wildlife itself always manages to keep
In a ladies loved pond
:o)
best post EVER
I love the poem Lady of Shallot.... do you know it?
Hhehee :) Thanks Simon, I wrote that poem for an English email friend who moved to Australia - from information she wrote in emails. YES, I recited Tennyson's poem in elocution class when young! Hehheee!!
I want more, more, more. I don't know how the tune goes, but I gave it my own. That made me smile and light today. I had a most awful, awful day. It's nice to come home and see and read about your pond. MWAH!!!
Hheheee, I’ve forgotten which old woman song it was – there are lots!
This is my favourite “Old Woman” SONG!?!
Happy you’re happy Ces! Tsup*!*
Well, I was not off because that is what I thought you were referring. I did sing the poem in that manner!
HEEHEE! The manner is what counts Ces! *splash*
Nice, we also had the Muppets on TV in the 80ies I think. Loved them!
What Tennyson do you mean - the poet or Tennyson the bespectacled turtle who lives in Kermit's Swamp?
(muppet.wikia.com/Wiki/Tennyson)
Heehee, the English Poet Tennyson and not the one who chews on swampgrass, Maria ;)
I see what you mean about English: that could be the local park here (except too free of litter..(!!))
I always wondered how you produce a more "natural" pond than one with liner which seems too spuriously temporary to me and what happens when it eventually degrades? what a shame... apparently you use clay
re sinus!
I used to get mild but persistent sinus all the time I expect you've tried all the sprays etc
here's a tip that did work for me: juice of a lime drunk (or eaten) in whatever form does go some way to decongesting, it works about x10 stronger than lemon & might be worth trying
otherwise you can always try getting them "irrigated" (hot water, I think)
How totally fun, great if melancholy pix and a fun and funny poem! I sang it. :-D
Thanks for visiting and commenting. I have been scrolling through your photos on this blog and they are beautiful. The misty gardens have such atmosphere.
I though you'd feel at home Gledwood! (apart from lack of litter which I didn't know about!) Making a pond with clay makes sense! THANKYOU! I use lemon, honey and water but have a friend with a Lime Farm and will give them a call to send a BOX! Oh yeah, avoid the whole 'irrigation' ritual... :)
HAHHAAA, we were actually HAPPY in the garden where the photos were taken even if very cold and damp, Mary Stebbins Taitt. It is a funny poem :)
Hello Barabara and welcome. Thankyou! I visited from Maria's 'award' post ;)
I love your photos in this series. What beautiful gardens.
Thanks Suzanne, nice to see you on a Thursday :)
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