tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post4243446980251936756..comments2023-12-19T22:04:31.812-09:00Comments on HoodooQ: Vendredi: Chthonian HistoriesPaulinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11730716060906158244noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post-44299123989385922092013-03-23T16:11:01.280-08:002013-03-23T16:11:01.280-08:00You can't beat it with a stick, I'd have t...You can't beat it with a stick, I'd have to say :)Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11730716060906158244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post-1136871570468090792013-03-23T01:47:05.783-08:002013-03-23T01:47:05.783-08:00Very amusing all around, Pauline...Very amusing all around, Pauline...Timmy!https://www.blogger.com/profile/09902641426229272672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post-57641319287973717312013-03-22T20:11:13.247-08:002013-03-22T20:11:13.247-08:00Well done, Captain; as always, I can count on you ...Well done, Captain; as always, I can count on you to find the best version of these things. Thankee indeed! And on to that other "bit"...<br /><br />Anon: Perhaps a Freudian slip by your humble hostess?Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11730716060906158244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post-31516541326383211332013-03-22T18:14:55.467-08:002013-03-22T18:14:55.467-08:00Fantastic. But my goodness...did a poet in the 182...Fantastic. But my goodness...did a poet in the 1820's really write "The cock it grows"?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880727956547669971.post-2349392640667545402013-03-22T15:31:53.187-08:002013-03-22T15:31:53.187-08:00Apparently the macabre poem goes on somewhat longe...Apparently the macabre poem goes on somewhat longer (and btw, the Cock was CROWing...tsk, tsk)...though somewhat bawdy, just the same!<br /><br />'Twas in the middle of the night,<br /> To sleep young William tried,<br />When Mary´s ghost came stealing in,<br /> And stood at his bed-side.<br /><br />O William dear! O William dear! <br /> My rest eternal ceases;<br />Alas! my everlasting peace<br /> Is broken into pieces.<br /><br />I thought the last of all my cares<br /> Would end with my last minute; <br />But tho´ I went to my long home<br /> I didn´t stay long in it.<br /><br />The body-snatchers they have come,<br /> And made a snatch at me;<br />It´s very hard them kind of men <br /> Won´t let a body be!<br /><br />You thought that I was buried deep<br /> Quite decent like and chary,<br />But from her grave in Mary-bone<br /> They´ve come and boned your Mary. <br /><br />The arm that used to take your arm<br /> Is took to Dr. Vyse;<br />And both my legs are gone to walk<br /> The hospital at Guy´s.<br /><br />I vow´d that you should have my hand, <br /> But fate gives us denial;<br />You´ll find it there, at Dr. Bell´s<br /> In spirits and a phial.<br /><br />As for my feet, the little feet<br /> You used to call so pretty, <br />There´s one, I know, in Bedford Row,<br /> The t´other´s in the city.<br /><br />I can´t tell where my head is gone,<br /> But Doctor Carpue can:<br />As for my trunk, it´s all pack´d up <br /> To go by Pickford´s van.<br /><br />I wished you´d go to Mr. P.<br /> And save me such a ride;<br />I don´t half like the outside place,<br /> They´ve took for my inside. <br /><br />The cock it crows - I must begone!<br /> My William we must part!<br />But I´ll be yours in death, altho´<br /> Sir Astley has my heart.<br /><br />Don´t go to weep upon my grave,<br /> And think that there I be;<br />They haven´t left an atom there<br /> Of my anatomie.Capt. John Swallowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06143131721521384174noreply@blogger.com