The sort of things kids do here at winter birthday parties. R going down this weekend!
And for some rhyme but no real reason:
You’re going fly-fishing and hoping for trout –
But how to select a good fly you’re in doubt?
Well, if you’ve a hardware store somewhere about,
Fly-screening’s the thing that will sort all that out!
And here is a puzzle that I’d like to set,
Just how many mozzies would you need to get –
To have enough for you to quite safely bet –
On making a short bit of mosquito-net?
And then, has it ever occurred to your mind,
When looking at moths of each size and each kind,
To wonder why privates they scatter behind,
And, also, why moth-balls so large one may find?
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Bwahahaha, Col, you DO have such a sense of humour!
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It can run away with me at times!
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Stunning moth closeup of the moth, Col. The tips of the wings almost look like a combination of Eagle/snake heads.
Your link on Mister Linky shows your post “not found.” Is this the post I should add? 🙂
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Looks like R had lots of fun Col. Love the moth. What a beauty! 😀
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It’s the middle of Summer here, so this is acutely topical, Col!
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What a fun pic, Col. We really are so spoilt here, with our amazing winter weather. 🙂 I don’t even want to think about the mozzie question, in case I attract any my way. You already have me imagining I’ve been bitten. 😯
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There was a slightly warm spell, so it may not be imagination!
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that is such a beautiful moth/flutterby picture. Love the poem too – my answer to the riddle of the mozzie net – 7x more than you would think 🙂
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Just reading this I am singing: “…. itchy, itchy, scratchy, scratchy, oooh I got one down my back-y…”, Now I am off to the shower!
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Makes one wonder about the saying, ‘starting from scratch’. Surely one starts from itch?
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I think ‘starting from scratch’ comes from the sporting world, where ‘scratch’ has been used since the 18th century to describe a starting line that was scratched on the ground.
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Our dogs take it in a different way. They can launch from kicking an ear into full pursuit of a seagull in a tenth of a second.
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They sound very like Buffy!
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I am scratching like hell coz of this ode!
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Well, I wrote it from scratch and without any ‘itches!
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I forgot to mention the mozzies you catch, but I can, t find a word that matches with catch…so you try to swat them with wacker or bat..that definitely would leave them dead and very flat xxxxx
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You couldn’t hatch a batch to unlatch a dispatch which would give a patch?
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i just knew you would have an answer xxx
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Well that indeed was a strange rhyme
maybe nothing better to do with your time
you want to go fishing with rod and line
or study butterfly droppings, thats a bad sign.
but your talent is there for all to see
so I send this missive to you from me….
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Some winters you have there. The party looks like good fun. And your poem makes me shudder at the thought of all those mozzies!
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Not a typical Northern Hemisphere winter party scene, indeed.
Oh, not that many. Only about the local bat intake for one evening!
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