Wednesday 11 April 2012

Ship Ahoy!

With thoughts of floating eggshells offered by Tess, came the chance to indulge in another off-beat escapade for our off-beat, Trellis trio. Many thanks and apologies go to her, the artist, and of course, Edward Lear!


Cad, Ada and Trell sallied forth one day,
in a beautiful egg-shell boat.
They'd a case full of whisky and Ada got frisky,
wrapped up in her fake fur coat.
Old Cad looked up to the stars above
and sang to a small banjo.
“O lovely Ada, O Ada my love,
you've a fabulous frontage you know,
you know,
you know.
You’ve a fabulous frontage you know."

Ada glowered at Cad which made him feel sad
“Give over and stop that talk,
or we’ll leave you behind and then you may find
it’s an awfully long way to walk!
From fair Colwyn Bay we’re sailing away
to a land where no Bong Tree grows!"
But there, looking good, Trellissimo stood
With a dreep at the end of his nose,
his nose,
his nose
with a dreep at the end of his nose.

"So, Trell,  are you willing to make cheesecake filling
from the moon, if we travel that far?"
Gallant Trell shook his head and off they all sped.
“Does anyone know where we are?"
(They dined on mints after multiple hints
that their whisky breath smelled too strong)
"Whisky chasers in pocket, we’ll fly like a rocket!
What intrepid explorers we are,
we are,
we are
what intrepid explores we are!”


22 comments:

  1. Haha... what a fun read. Had me really smiling. No Bong trees... eh! ;)

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    1. my how lyrical you are cad...fly on and make the moon into some good cheesecake

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  2. Its a long way from Adavale to Colwyn bay, and there is a Cheesecake under the bong tree, exactly half way!

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    1. It's heartening to know a Bong Tree grows at the mid point between Wales and Queensland...especially as it shades a cheesecake, left no doubt, for weary travelers to refresh themselves...

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  3. Haha, so clever. Not sure what a "drell" is, but pretty sure I wouldn't trust a guy with one on the end of his nose.

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    1. Dreep, not 'drell', my good woman - are you getting confused with my name, by any chance? It does so often get shortened from 'Trellissimo' to 'Trell' by my lackadaisical companions...

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    2. Sorry - perhaps I should have explained while I was here, that a 'dreep' is no more nor less than a 'drip' or a 'drop', although of what, in this case, I leave to your imagination...

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  4. do you hear this as a song?

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    1. I have now added a video of the original poem's song, just for you!

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  5. marvelous simply marvelous! I'll be humming this song all day-it' stuck in my ead....no yoke er joke!

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  6. Fabulous frontage! You're on dangerous ground there, Cad me Lad!

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    1. Sadly, Doctor, there are all too often 'NO GO AREA' signs well in evidence...but they don't stop my eyes, or thoughts, wandering free beyond the barriers.

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  7. This is the Trellis Trio at its very best!
    It is nice to know that south of that scowling face, Ada has fabulous hidden assets! and BTW, Does Snowbrush know where the bong trees grow?

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    1. ... get real! Snowbrush knows where everything grows!

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    2. Hello - who's Snowbrush?

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    3. I didn't like to ask. But now J has . . who is this Snowbrush person?

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    4. Snowbrush is a blogger - and quite a colorful character!

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  8. Oh, the music 'made' your Magpie come to life! How delightful!!!

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  9. Guys - all I can say is, "How charmingly sweet you sing!" :)

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  10. What fun!

    And I recognized the rhyme scheme of that old favorite of mine.

    =)

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