A Faggot In Furs
thoughts and contempts or a self confessed pillow biter.
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wasnt sure how i would like to open up my blog for the world but this poem has infected my mind and i can’t spend a day without re-reading it.
LEWIS CARROLL
1832-1898HUMPTY DUMPTY’S SONG
In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight -In spring, when the woods are getting green,
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you’ll understand the song:In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.I sent a message to a fish:
I told them ‘This is what I wish.’The little fishes of the sea
Then sent an answer back to me.The little fishes’ andswer was
‘We cannot do it, Sir, because -I sent to them again to say
‘It will be better to obey.’The fishes answered with a grin
‘Why, what a temper you are in!’I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.My heart when hop, my heart went thump;
I filled the kettle at the pump.Then some one came to me and said
‘The little fishes are in bed.’I said to him, I said it plain,
‘Then you must wake them up again.’I said it very loud and clear;
I went and shouted in his ear.But he was very stiff and proud;
He said ‘You needn’t shout so loud!’And he was very proud and stiff;
He said ‘I’d go and wake them, if -‘I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.And when i found the door was shut
I tried to turn the handle, but -
