By: Blonde Two
After years of making my kids read poetry on one night in January before they were allowed any tea, I managed to completely miss Burn’s Night this year. Which is a shame because haggis, whisky and poetry often make for a laughter filled evening – especially if you mix them together in the wrong proportions.
Blonde One and Blonde Two are both fond of a bit of poetry. Blonde One loves “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen – look it up, it packs quite a punch. My favourite is WB Yeats’ Song of Wandering Aengus. I won’t make you read it all now but if you understand how much I love walking and I give you a little snippet, you will see why;
“Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands …”
Very romantic, I am sure you will agree. But there are other types of poem – see the fab poem shaped comment from a Blonde fan who had just read our “Blonde Sweeties” post – http://wp.me/p2OiIR-7Z I thought that it was time that we had a Two Blondes limerick (to be read with a pint of Draught Guinness). My attempt is below but if you think that you can do better, please do share your efforts. We would love to read them!
Two Blondes out on night navigation
Had quite a bizarre education
When out in the fog
They got stuck in a bog
With a sheep who made wild allegations
I have to be honest, and I’m sure Blonde 1 will tell me off, but I’m not a great fan of poetry 🙁 However I do find limericks amusing! They are what they are and they make sense, theres generally no hidden meaning and having to read between the lines to understand what the hell it’s going on about!
Your ode to Night Navigation is spot on and raised a smile!!! x
Dartmoor is looking amazing today – hope you’re out enjoying it!
You’re right Rach, I am telling you off!!!
Sorry!!!! I do love reading though – just not poetry! x
There are two blonde ladies from Dartmoor
who went for a stroll up to Bel Tor
but they went in the night and they had a big fright when a sheep said your bed it is time for!
There is a worrying theme with sheep here!
While strolling around on the moor
I’m amazed at what everyone saw
Blonde Two and a Mister
Who sat down and kissed her
– Much better than Jelly Babes, I’m sure!
I WANDERED happily as a Blonde
That walks on high o’er Tors and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of yummy Jelly Babes
Beside Burrator, beneath High Willhayes,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
A new take on a Wordsworth classic!
There’s a stone with Ten Commandments
Above Buckland in the Moor
There’s a river rushing by below the town
Where a clock for someone’s mother
Tells the time for ever more
While the God of stone forever gazes down.
Milton Hayes 1911 (Sorry Milton)