for vicus

When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever.
..
So I think I'll be six
now and forever.

...
AA MILNE

19 comments:

Mel said...

POOH!!!!!!

:-)


Shoot. Where's my book......

Mig said...

Oh what a delight to come back to :)
xxxx

KAZ said...

I've told you not to encourage him.
Oh - OK then if it makes you happy
:0)

ziggi said...

This is my favourite AAM!

Let it rain, who cares?
I've a train upstairs,
With a brake that I make from a string sort of thing
Which works in jerks,
'Cause it drops in the spring and it stops with the string,
And the wheels all stick so quick that it feels
Like a thing that I make with a brake, not string.

So that's what I make when the day's all wet,
It's a good sort of brake, but it hasn't worked yet!

Rimshot said...

There was an old man from Nantuckett...

Mig said...

And I forgot to say (((((((((( I )))))))))))))
'Cos it's so nice to be back
xxx

Mig said...

And

(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

The more it snows
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

Rimshot said...

Tigger's Song

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is Tiggers are wonderful chaps
They're loaded with vim and with vigor
They love to leap in your laps
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one.

Tiggers are wonderful fellahs.
Tiggers are awfully sweet.
Everyone elses is jealous,
And thats why I repeat...

The wonderful thing about Tiggers
Are Tiggers are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Is I'm the only one.
Yes, I'm the only one
(GRRrrrrrr...) ooOOoooOOooooOOOO!!!

Vicus Scurra said...

Of course, I started with "When we were very young". I was precocious even then.
And it is "with" not "on" in the famous little story.

Vicus Scurra said...

Thank you for the dedication. I am touched.

Dave said...

You didn't need to tell us that vicus. It's obvious from your writings.

I, like the view said...

vicus I'm slightly lost regarding your "with" and "on". . .

and it is always my total and utter pleasure to touch you, you know that

shot I can see you as a T-I-double-gerrrrr-ER actually!

mig how I remember cold toes in damp welly boots during snowball fights with my brothers in my childhood

and thank you for the lovely hug! so glad you're back but glad you had a good away

shot now, with regards to that man from Nantuckett. . . I hope it's not rude

zigz thank you for joining in!! I don't think I've ever read that one

KAZ he just needs a little gentle coaxing every nowandagain, that's all. . . and he comments so rarely here, that it's all I can do not to encourage him

mig it's a delight that you are back!

mel did you find it?! XXX

Vicus Scurra said...

re "with" and "on"
Christopher Robin.
Changing the guards.
Got it now?

katherine. said...

I love the tigger song!

Dave said...

Vicus has just been rude. Good morning.

I, like the view said...

*sings (from memory)*

they're changing the guards at Buckingham Palace
Christopher Robin went down with Alice
Alice is marrying one of the. . .


oh, yeah, hmmmmmmmmmmmm

*blushes*

he has dave, hasn't he!

(mel I hope you haven't choked on your coffee)

very good vicus - anything else you'd like to ruin for me while you're at it? I have a more modern one for you (you have to know the tune tho):

Postman Pat
Postman Pat
Postman Pat ran over his cat
blood and guts went flying
Postman Pat was crying
I've never seen a cat as flat as that


not rude, but then we all know I don't do rude

Vicus Scurra said...

There is the very old one, perhaps you have led too sheltered a life to have heard it:
Hush, hush, whisper who dares,
Little boy kneels at the foot of the stairs
Blood on his fingers, fur on the mat,
Christopher Robin castrated the cat.

Mel said...

*choking on coffee*

Wow.

<--shoulda stayed in the clue-less corner!

*shaking head and chuckling*

moreidlethoughts said...

I'm late again! But all you A.A.M. buffs should hasten to W.H.Smith (or Barnes & Noble) and purchase Christopher Matthew's "Now We Are Sixty" and "Now We Are Sixty(and a bit)" because they are very funny. Well, if one is of a certain age, that is.
(And, no, I'm not on commission.)