Thursday, May 01, 2008

Lost, or Stolen , or Strayed

I had had this giant fuzzy pipe-cleaner flower on my handlebars for years and yesterday it was stolen on East Broadway. I really felt unsafe riding home, as if I had no helmet, or even clothing. And she was so looking forward to coming on the tour. I was heartsick.
Chocolate helps. Also bubblewrap.

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7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Show of hands, please. How many people got the literary reference?

I am so sorry, and quite shocked, about the flower.

the miam

5:23 PM  
Blogger Paz said...

I'm sorry someone stole it. *sigh*

Paz

11:54 AM  
Anonymous Niall said...

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1:03 PM  
Blogger the chocolate lady מרת שאקאלאד said...

the miam,
glad you got it! I am recovering.

paz,
thanks so much! I got a fuzzy caterpillar, whom you will all be meeting soon.

niall,
thanks

3:56 PM  
Anonymous Nomi said...

While I continue to scour Western Canada for a replacement fuzzy flower, perhaps someone could share the literary reference?

10:37 PM  
Blogger the chocolate lady מרת שאקאלאד said...

nomi,

thank you so much for you loving efforts! The citation is from a poem titled "Disobedience" by A. A. Milne

A. A. Milne - Disobedience


James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down to the end of the town, if
you don't go down with me."


James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown,
James James
Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James
Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down to the end of the town and be
back in time for tea."

King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES
MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HABE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF
THE TOWN - FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!


James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he,
"You must never go down to the end of the town with-
out consulting me."


James James
Morrison's Mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
"If people go down to the end of the town, well, what
can anyone do?"

(Now then, very softly)
J. J.
M. M.
W. G. du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J. J.
Said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-if-
you-don't-go-down-with ME!"

11:47 PM  
Blogger Aleza said...

james james morrison morisson!

(i was very excited by the reference: i memorized the poem at age 8 or so.)

i am sad to hear you have lost your bicycle mascot. however, i have faith that ny will bring you a new one: just keep your eyes open. you find wonderful things in the trash. try the garment district if all else fails.

9:15 PM  

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