There was a gibbous moon in the sky that night
When they all came out to dance
In clooted shoon and brown burnoon
In the land of the midnight haggis ...
Ochone!!!
The rhymes limp in the above scrap, but if it were me, I'd use your seed as
the refrain-line in a set of rhyming quatrains. Or something. Dipodic
metre, natch.
Are your protagonists going to be Lesser Spotted or Greater Spotted Haggi?
It's the legs, jimmy -- there's a crucial difference. (They're coming
round the mountain as they come
Hey! you could have VileBoris chase a terrified creature in the land of the
midnight whatsit.
McGonagall
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, August 24, 2005 12:05 PM
Subject: Re: snap~patrick
> Dear Robin de H and other great minds -help!!!!!! the lines
> 'Land of the midnight haggis' floated into this addled aggled pate -how
> could they be used??to give pleasure to all poor souls???
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