I've Waited For The May!
We'll see how well this posting takes (again with crossed-fingers hoping stuff doesn't get further mangled by these Blogger changes).... From Alfred Noyes' poem "The Barrel-Organ" comes these laughable lines, more laughable I suppose from my perspective:
So it's Jeremiah, Jeremiah,I'm sorry, I probably should not make fun of Noyes, who already takes regular beatings, but those of you that know me should see why I find this absolutely hysterical. I gotsta gets me some o' dem garland girls, tripping on their way....
What have you to say
When you meet the garland girls
Tripping on their way?
All around my gala hat
I wear a wreath of roses
(A long and lonely year it is
I've waited for the May!)
If any one should ask you,
The reason why I wear it is---
My own love, my true love, is coming
I also hold that anyone that puts together the words "my own love, my true love" deserves to have their wispy little wits walloped. Wantonly. With wormwood.