The Witch's Frolic Comments
[Scene, the 'Snuggery' at Tappington.-- Grandpapa in a high-backed cane-bottomed elbow-chair of carved walnut-tree, dozing; his nose at an angle of forty-five degrees,--his thumbs slowly perform the rotatory motion described by lexicographers as 'twiddling.'--The 'Hope of the family' astride on a walking-stick, with burnt-cork mustachios, and a pheasant's tail pinned in his cap, solaceth himself with martial music.-- Roused by a strain of surpassing dissonance, Grandpapa Loquitur. ]
Come hither, come hither, my little boy Ned!
Come hither unto my knee--
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Easier to finish than 'Martin Chuzzlewit', which I ain't done yet, Ecod.
Dicken's might have had a sketchy background, but he is one of my favorite visual writers regardless. I haven't read the book. Should I consider it? Bear in mind this poem above actually made me queasy.
Give me a break! This tedious monstrosity was chosen as novel - -oops, I mean Poem of the day? I couldn't even make it a fourth of the way through as John Richter did.
Mr. Taylor, you should edit your automatic reply software. You just congratulated a 300 year old man. A man whose poem, btw, should have been left in the 18th century because it is incredibly tedious to read, laboriously boring. I made it about 1/4 of the way through before my mind shut off. I did glean a couple of things from it though, like 'Grammarye' and 'St Bartlemy.' And it is always fun to see surviving words like 'Venetian Blinds' and 'Beelzebub' retain their meanings over the centuries. Other than that this is a stinker.
Congratulations on having the poem of the day, my best to you. Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.
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7/20/2025 2:45:03 PM # 1.0.0
But oh! that night, that horrible night! Folks ever afterwards said with affright That they never had seen such a terrible sight. a wonderful poem. soo praiseworthy. tony