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posted by [personal profile] owlfish at 07:18pm on 05/11/2007
The other night, I dreamed I was talking about rice pudding with someone, and quoted "It's lovely rice pudding for dinner again." They didn't know the poem "Rice Pudding" and I was surprised. "It's by A.A. Milne." I said. "From his collected volume of poems, Hard Times."
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posted by [identity profile] pennski.livejournal.com at 08:24pm on 05/11/2007
I can just see Gradgrind lost in the 100-acre wood because he refuses to accept it's metty-for(est)ical, while Eeyore coughs up blood from working down't pit.
 
posted by [identity profile] vschanoes.livejournal.com at 08:32pm on 05/11/2007
But what is the problem with Mary Jane?
 
posted by [identity profile] a-d-medievalist.livejournal.com at 09:20pm on 05/11/2007
Hee! That's so very funny!
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posted by [personal profile] owlfish at 09:50pm on 05/11/2007
Two days later and I still keep laughing at it!
 
posted by [identity profile] edith-jones.livejournal.com at 03:19pm on 07/11/2007
My goodness! Whatever's the matter with Mary Jane....it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again. I was raised with poetry, always age suitable [as long as we make an exception and consider William Blake suitable for a toddler!], and this post has just slathered down childhood memories by the dozen. 'Changing the guard at Buckingham Palace' [Christopher Robin went down with Alice] was my favourite.
Odd about the Dickensian swing of your dream. I'm sure Oliver and Pip would have been thrilled to dine on Rice Pudding. Much better than gruel.

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