Hi David, what a tonic this is. It's very very funny. Sonneteers might find
a flaw. I can't. A tiny quibble: for ease of reading (and to further pace
the read before the punch line) I wonder if the penultimate line might be
better:
"I know", cried Jude, one hand above her head,
and standing (since she wasn't very big):
"Well, bugger me... here comes a talking pig!"
Storming poem! John
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From: "David Anthony" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: 09 February 2002 09:14
Subject: Anthropomorphism
Anthropomorphism
Miss Jones, who takes reception classes, prides
herself on spinning yarns: at five years old
her charges, when amused, are good as gold,
and pick up some surprising things besides.
They loved the story of the pig that tries
to build a house of straw, to keep the bold
and wicked wolf away--a tale she told
with care, explaining what it signifies.
"The pig," she added, "found a turnip bed
with straw on it, and asked if he could dig
a little out. Guess what the farmer said?"
"I know", cried Jude, one hand above her head,
and standing, since she wasn't very big:
"Well, bugger me, here comes a talking pig!"
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