Lovely MG!...just magical!....wonder if we will have any more moon/star related poetry tonight?...ps whats your next race missus?Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
Lovely MG!...just magical!....wonder if we will have any more moon/star related poetry tonight?...ps whats your next race missus?
D'ya think this might have been Byron too?
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such fun
And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Dependant on babysitters.....
Gisborough Woods 27th Dec
Clay Bank East 10th Jan
Definate....
Hebden 22 23rd Jan
What about you? Are you going to venture down to Yorkshire? NYM have nice routes. Gisborough Moors is a cracker 11th April
No H, I do believe it was JRR Tolkien!
MG - good to see you posting here. Now this has me thinking that His Lordship Byron hasn't enjoyed his head-torch run!
Hey diddle diddle, the cat did a piddle,
All over the kitchen floor,
The little dog laughed to see such fun,
So the cat did a little bit more
I fancy G woods...except that i think it might be a circuit which sounds a bit dreary!, would like to do Clay Bank if poss as it is near my birthday and would be a nice birthday treat!...i would love to venture down to Yorkshire (but alos depends on childcare issues)...lots to look forward to in 2010!Dependant on babysitters.....
Gisborough Woods 27th Dec
Clay Bank East 10th Jan
Definate....
Hebden 22 23rd Jan
What about you? Are you going to venture down to Yorkshire? NYM have nice routes. Gisborough Moors is a cracker 11th April
The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon by JRR Tolkien
There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.
The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.
They also keep a hornéd cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.
And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced
and the little dog chased his tail.
The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.
Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'
So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
as the Sun raised up her head.
She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!
Or it might have ended up something like this....
Sun of the sleepless! Petzl Myo XP!
Whose powerful beam lights all I can see,
That show'st the darkness thou can dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember'd well!
So gleams the headtorch, the light of other days,
Which shines, and warms with its powerful rays;
A night-beam splendour watcheth to behold,
Damn! It went pop. I need a new bulb!
Yes it is 3 laps in the woods!
Oh a mud fest shall be had!
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