Here’s a variation on a little poem my grandfather would recite when I was a boy. It always made me crack up.
Twas midnight on the ocean
Not a street car was in sight
The sun was shining brightly
For it rained all day that night
Twas a summer day in winter
And the snow was raining fast
As a barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting in the grass
My newfoundland born grandmother would recite this:
It was midnight on the ocean,
Not a streetcar was in sight;
While the sun was shining brightly,
For it had rained all the night.
‘Twas a summer’s day in Winter,
And the rain was snowing fast,
As the barefoot boy with shoes on
Stood sitting in the grass.
It was evening and the sunrise
Was just setting in the west;
And the fishies in the treetops
Were all cuddled in their nests.
As the wind was blowing bubbles,
Lightning shot from left to right;
Everything that you could see
Had been hidden out of sight.
While the organ peeled potatoes,
Lard was rendered by the choir;
When the sexton rang the dishrag,
Someone set the church on fire.
“Holy Smokes!” the preacher shouted,
As he madly tore his hair,
Now his head resembles heaven,
For there is no parting there.
Posted by G on 31 July 2004 @ 1pm
Actually I DO NOT, but my mother recalls her father sitting in his leather chair saying:
“A barefoot boy with shoes on stood sitting in the grass …”
Posted by Michael B. Wright on 14 November 2004 @ 3pm
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