the isles of Jessamy
Weekend. Thank goodness.
Team leader is off in Copenhagen next week at work-related conference (so let us be grateful the planes are flying again), and has left us with tasks to do. But we have the weekend first.
Friend has arrived safely. We spent the evening watching Doctor Who, and she knitted while I pieced patchwork. I've finished almost half a block, and learned a valuable lesson about why one starts from the middle and works outward.
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The Isles of Jessamy
'Twas on the good ship Dollymop
the crew made no attempt to stop
their Captain drinking hypnopop
known as The Sailor's Glee.
He climbed the mast and cried, "Hark! Hark! --
there goes the high-browed Cutty Sark,
quiet as the fin of a tiger shark
across the sunlit sea."
"Do not mislead us with your woe,
Dear Captain," sighed the Mate, "we know
the little ship you mention-o,"
(the crew wept openly),
"went down a thousand days ago,
with every stitch of calico,
and all aboard her lie below
the Isles of Jessamy."
Down from the mast the Captain flew
and doffed his bowler as he blew
over the far horizon's blue
they heard his, "Goodbyeee . . ."
So now his crew sail down the lanes
above the great abyssal plains
where none can stay until he gains
the Isles of Jessamy.
-- Christopher Logue
Team leader is off in Copenhagen next week at work-related conference (so let us be grateful the planes are flying again), and has left us with tasks to do. But we have the weekend first.
Friend has arrived safely. We spent the evening watching Doctor Who, and she knitted while I pieced patchwork. I've finished almost half a block, and learned a valuable lesson about why one starts from the middle and works outward.
---
The Isles of Jessamy
'Twas on the good ship Dollymop
the crew made no attempt to stop
their Captain drinking hypnopop
known as The Sailor's Glee.
He climbed the mast and cried, "Hark! Hark! --
there goes the high-browed Cutty Sark,
quiet as the fin of a tiger shark
across the sunlit sea."
"Do not mislead us with your woe,
Dear Captain," sighed the Mate, "we know
the little ship you mention-o,"
(the crew wept openly),
"went down a thousand days ago,
with every stitch of calico,
and all aboard her lie below
the Isles of Jessamy."
Down from the mast the Captain flew
and doffed his bowler as he blew
over the far horizon's blue
they heard his, "Goodbyeee . . ."
So now his crew sail down the lanes
above the great abyssal plains
where none can stay until he gains
the Isles of Jessamy.
-- Christopher Logue