Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Monday, December 10, 2001

Ducks, Cock

The man who fed the ducks was back with dog and bread, same time, same bus, same stop. I didn't get out with him yesterday but he was heading down the slope as the bus drove off.

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.


Well, they would say that, wouldn't they? But I'm a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner.

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