Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
So little Dickey Bird gets caught in a storm and tries, against a vicious headwind, to return to his nest.
He strives and strives to no avail and finally plummets, exhausted, chilled to his tiny little bones, nearly dead, to the grassy field below.
Along happens a somewhat bulky cow, and by accident provides one of the two products for which she is renowned – to wit, a large steaming deposit which completely envelops little Dickey.
The heat emanating from this mound energizes him, and the joy of revival causes him to sing praises.
A large farmyard cat on hearing the song investigates, retrieves little Dickey from the heap, and eats him. Aahhhh!
But the conclusions to be drawn from this unfortunate incident are threefold:
- - Them as gets you in the shit ain’t necessarily your enemy.
- - Them as gets you out of the shit ain’t necessarily your friend.
- - If you’re in the shit and happy, shut up about it…
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hands up if you’ve heard it before – you’d have to be pretty ancient, I think.
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Thanks Teddy - you aren't singing my praises by any chance, are you?
Watch for them big cats, they could be more dangerous than dragons......
That's was his layer's advice, "When you're buried in shit keep your mouth shut."
Thanks Jerry - an approach from a slightly different angle which provides an additional dimension to the whole situation. I would like to tell you that it has opened my eyes to fresh horizons.....but in the specific circumstance you posit, I think I would be keeping my eyes tightly closed also.....
What I want to know is: 'Why does the s**t always hit the fan?!' I dunno.
Yes orch - this is a question I have always had some difficulty with. But I know that in order to survive in this world there are whole phenomena that I must just accept, because they are, it would appear, immutable laws of nature.
I therefore try to mitigate the more adverse effects of such events, and in this case have found that to position myself behind the fan provides a satisfactory.......and so on.....
Erm, best place to be then - behind the fan........
Don't hesitate, Mate - Go man, go.....
My first thought was Oh no, Orchi's gonna start singing with the little bird. But how did the fan get in this story?
Better ask orch, AP, The wind which bought Dicky Bird down did not have a fan as its source, I can assure you. Further, the poor old cow who provided additional interest midway through this tale contributed materially in, to all intents and purposes, a vertical trajectory.
Such very true words Dave.
Andy
Which ones, Andy? There deems to be some doubt with respect to the truth of this account. I would be more than grateful if you could quell the inkling doubt which apparently lingers in a few minds......
"Did you mean poohy or phooey, there, Bill? 😊
Never heard this dicky- tale before Dave so I must not be ancient !!! - -but grinning I give applause for the wisdom in those three final lines.
Oh I’ve never thought of you as any other than In the full flower of youth, Fay……
Further, I thank you for the acknowledgement that some rock solid (not I hope the material central to this small account – painful all round, including to those who have seen fit to pursue this issue further up the column) advice is contained within the conclusions drawn as a result of this undeniably tragic little incident.
Profuse thanks for spending time with this trifle.
.................... shit happens .. dunnit
never heard before but as sure as hell, I aint gonna forget what is essentially a universal truth ...
Neville
It sure do, Neville, it sure do .....
Can't believe it - where have all you folks been that you have not heard of any of my moral tales before? I must trawl the deep recesses of my memory in order to bring to your notice the rich and deep history of those presumptions which should bring to our attention the diversity of our existence ....etc.....
I think it has less to do with getting into shit and more with catting around. lol Great story Dave.
Certainly the cat was content.......unfortunately.....
Hahaha.
Thanks for your lively contribution, Sonnet Lady.
Feel free to laugh yourself breathless some more, there's more fun (very occasionally) among my other misdeeds hereabouts.
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