~ A.A Milne
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother,
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
“Mother,” he said, said he:
“You must never go down to the end of the town,
if you don’t go down with me.”
James James
Morrison’s Mother
Put on a golden gown,
James James
Morrison’s Mother
Drive to the end of the town.
James James
Morrison’s Mother
Said to herself, said she:
“I can get right down to the end of the town
and be back in time for tea.”
King John
Put up a notice,
“LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES
MORRISON’S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY:
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END
OF THE TOWN—FORTY SHILLINGS
REWARD!”
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
“Mother,” he said, said he:
“You must never go down to the end of the town
without consulting me.”
James James
Morrison’s mother
Hasn’t been heard of since.
King John
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
“If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?”
(Now then, very softly)
J. J.
M. M.
W. G. Du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J. J.
Said to his M*****
“M*****,” he said, said he:
“You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-
if-you-don’t-go-down-with ME!”
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Poor sad, neglected blog. Mother has been busy with her day job, birthday party baking and sweeping leaves from the front porch. Too busy to take photos and write lucid posts. I've been browsing lots of Apple i-tune app store freebies on the work i-phone while the children have their swimming lessons. Three hours poolside and I need a distraction. The ABC app rocks. I love Mark Scott, as isolated audiences do. Yay for public broadcasters. A mother's salvation.
Except for that dreadful talkback program, Australia Talks (oh please no don't!) on the wireless at 6.00 pm every night when I'm boiling pasta and can't escape, and Andrew Ford presenting discordant "modern" orchestral music on the car radio every Saturday morning right when I'm driving to ballet lessons. Oh, and poor old Norman on The Health Report, or rather, The Terminal Disease Report right when I'm driving to work and again on the return journey. Wish the programming would change at my peak listening times. Can't tune in to podcasts on a transistor radio.
