Said a quoo to a quaigh
"Is it harder to quee,
Or to quaggle two quiddlies to quab?"
Said the quaigh to the quoo,
"Not at all, my dear sir,
It's just like a door and a knob!"
"But what if your quiddlies don't quabble?"
Continued the querulous quoo.
"Or even - Great Quidnunc! - they quaggle?"
"Your quibbles are welcome, dear quoo,"
Orated the orgulous quaigh.
"'Twould be like tails teaching doggies to waggle!"
Said the quaigh to the quoo
As they went on their way
"And why must we query the quist?"
"Because," quoth the quoo, with an elegant mew
"It concerns me and you,
As a vale concerns mist,
As a mill concerns grist,
And exactly as Franz concerns Lizst."
***
(It kept me entertained at lunch, at least. )
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Just reading that put knots in my tongue. You really are quite amazing sometimes, Tim.
After I left uni I went through a stage of trying to write tongue twisters. Bloody hard job to try and arrange all the syllables in the right order and make a coherent statement - 'Peter Piper picked a peck', etc.
If only I'd known then what I know now: you can just make shit up!
"Genious!", in the words of the toilet door I was reading yesterday.
Some of my best critics are toilet doors!
How very jabberwockian! :)
Joyce was a pillock.
Fine creatures, Pillocks. I hear they have a special Pillock breeding program at the Melbourne zoo. Almost up there with Jabberwocks. :)
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