The Worm Charmer
The wind blew warm and playfully as up the mountain path he climbed,
Slow his pace but steadily, with gentle thoughts upon his mind.
He hummed a tune of memories, all the joys and tears they bring,
Of dearest friends, of enemies - all bundled up and tied with string.
Up towards the top he trod, no need to rush, no need to worry,
The skylarks overhead called down the day will wait... no need to hurry.
Slightly stooped but surely strong, the years had washed his hair to grey,
Lines etched deeply on his face, but bright eyes danced and called to play.
The old man dressed in fur and feathers, clay pipe hangi
Fetch me a Fertle
Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands
Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature
But tread you carefully as you go
Theyre quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea
Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide
And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lu
Unfortunate Thing
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing
Whom I found in our garden shed
Hes seven foot two, with shiny black nose
And horns on the top of his head
Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales
Which hadnt been polished for years
All covered in dust and speckles of rust
From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost
A vision of gloom and despair
Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing
Needing some comfort and care
Poor Thing said I, Whats the problem
whatever is troubling you?
And proceeded to give him a cuddle
( .which proved quite a hard thing t
I Had a fish...
At the fair the other day
In amongst the stalls
Was one where you could win a fish
By throwing yellow balls
I decided then and there a fish
Would make a lovely pet
And wondered with my 80 pence
How many I could get
After several losses
On my fourth attempt
I won a tiny little fish
That swam around all bent
I kept him in a shiny bowl
With weed and coloured stone
I thought he looked quite happy
In his new and shiny home
But a week or so later
His scales were not so gold
And Mummy said my crooked fish
Was now struck down with mould
I didnt know what I could do
To help my little friend
I knew no fis
I had a slug...
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
The Princess Studio
There were spingles and spangles
And wonderful things
There were twinkles that dangled
From octopus rings
Organza and lace and a taffeta shawl
With looking glass baubles reflecting it all
Bottles with essence of giggles and whispers
And secrets not even disclosed to your sisters
A tumble, a jumble of cushions and throws
Powder-puff balls to powder your nose
There were feathers and fancies and filigree frames
Holding pictures of people with ridiculous names
Toys from a childhood only just gone
With lingering laughs hanging gleefully on
Outside, looking in was an envious moon
Who longed to slip in and
Malcolm
In a wingley, wangley, witchety wood
Not far from 'Over there'
Lived a sad little ghost named Malcolm
Who found that he just couldn't scare
He tried to "Boo" rabbits and squirrels
He rattled some chains at them
But they just sat and giggled and tittered
And said "go on, do it again"
He found a family of badgers
And proceeded to give them a fright
But the Mum and Dad told him to "Grow up"
Whilst the babies all squealed with delight
Sad and lonely he went to his grotto
And tears fell in utter despair
You're failing your job as a ghost, he thought
When you can't raise just one little hair
It's my ghostly duty to frighten
Malcolm
In a wingley, wangley, witchety wood
Not far from 'Over there'
Lived a sad little ghost named Malcolm
Who found that he just couldn't scare
He tried to "Boo" rabbits and squirrels
He rattled some chains at them
But they just sat and giggled and tittered
And said "go on, do it again"
He found a family of badgers
And proceeded to give them a fright
But the Mum and Dad told him to "Grow up"
Whilst the babies all squealed with delight
Sad and lonely he went to his grotto
And tears fell in utter despair
You're failing your job as a ghost, he thought
When you can't raise just one little hair
It's my ghostly duty to frighten
The Princess Studio
There were spingles and spangles
And wonderful things
There were twinkles that dangled
From octopus rings
Organza and lace and a taffeta shawl
With looking glass baubles reflecting it all
Bottles with essence of giggles and whispers
And secrets not even disclosed to your sisters
A tumble, a jumble of cushions and throws
Powder-puff balls to powder your nose
There were feathers and fancies and filigree frames
Holding pictures of people with ridiculous names
Toys from a childhood only just gone
With lingering laughs hanging gleefully on
Outside, looking in was an envious moon
Who longed to slip in and
I had a slug...
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
I Had a fish...
At the fair the other day
In amongst the stalls
Was one where you could win a fish
By throwing yellow balls
I decided then and there a fish
Would make a lovely pet
And wondered with my 80 pence
How many I could get
After several losses
On my fourth attempt
I won a tiny little fish
That swam around all bent
I kept him in a shiny bowl
With weed and coloured stone
I thought he looked quite happy
In his new and shiny home
But a week or so later
His scales were not so gold
And Mummy said my crooked fish
Was now struck down with mould
I didnt know what I could do
To help my little friend
I knew no fis
Unfortunate Thing
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing
Whom I found in our garden shed
Hes seven foot two, with shiny black nose
And horns on the top of his head
Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales
Which hadnt been polished for years
All covered in dust and speckles of rust
From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost
A vision of gloom and despair
Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing
Needing some comfort and care
Poor Thing said I, Whats the problem
whatever is troubling you?
And proceeded to give him a cuddle
( .which proved quite a hard thing t
Fetch me a Fertle
Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands
Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature
But tread you carefully as you go
Theyre quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea
Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide
And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lu
Current Residence: England Favourite genre of music: Any music that makes my kids toes curl Operating System: Using anaesthetic please! Shell of choice: Umm .. a small Tortoise would be nice Personal Quote: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye
Favourite Visual Artist
My children of course!
Favourite Movies
LOTR, Amelie, Howls Moving Castle, Nightmare Before Christmas
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Peter Gabriel (a genius!)
Favourite Writers
Tolkien, Emily Bronte, Douglas Adams
Tools of the Trade
Earl Grey tea or black coffee
Other Interests
Raising Slinkers, Scampicub and aofie-fionn...a very interesting and often dangerous occupation!
Aahhhemmm! Ladies and gentlemen I would like to call upon a little of your time to address the scurrilous statement of account of events which took place on the night before Christmas as presented by the plaintiff Slinkers.
The said Slinkers has failed to mention the fact that a part of Slinkers perpetual habit is that of walking through the threshold of the house in which both plaintiff and defendant reside and drop all ancillary items/clothing (e.g. bags, gloves, coat etc) within an approximate radius of two feet of the doormat.
It would appear that Slinkers is under the misapprehension that the household has a 'hall pixie' which immediat
Ok, here’s the dilemma .....’tis high time (oh yus!) I got around to re-decorating our bathroom. I’ve been pondering for many moons what to do with our aged bathroom decor ....what colour to paint the walls... new tiles...new bath, toilet etc . I’ve deferred, stalled, delayed and generally sidetracked for far too long and know that sooner or later I must get cracking on this much neglected corner of the house.
Today I sat in said room and pondered the many possibilities of style and colour, contemplated the joy of a new bathroom and troubled about how many pennies it would require. It was about this time that a big fat
Just wanted to say Happy New Year to all!
I've had a cosy and wonderfully relaxing little Christmas with my dear off-springlets ....
~Slinkers (https://www.deviantart.com/slinkers) has been pretty much wrapped up in Batman/The Dark Knight, plotting many(hopefully)entertaining comics for all of you.
:iconscampicub: has a new DS lite and is having much fun in Nintendo-land and :iconaofie-fionn: has been busy working on commissioned portraits learning how to knit...producing a strange and wonderful scarf worthy of The Cat in the Hat or Willy Wonka.
We've had visits from the fantastic and most wonderful :iconarcanji:... aka Joel...aka Spatula Fingers, who has brought much fu