Saturday, January 10, 2009

Call Alice


The following is a thread from our Twisted Friends Group on Ravelry. It’s too good not to share, so here goes.

 All of this started when Jane was overjoyed at having procured a reservation for lodging at Harrisville for my annual workshop this August. She expressed her joy at solving the problem of too many stairs by quoting (with a twist) from Jabberwocky, out of  Alice’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass:


“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

She chortled in her joy”.


As a long time fan of Lewis Carroll, I took the bait:

posted 3 days ago (Wednesday, January 7) reply to Sheepishgranny's post #21


“Oh, frabjous day indeed!!! Callooh, callay!

Gonna see you again,

Come an August day!

We’ll meet, we’ll greet on level ground,

A whole new experience to be found.”


Ah! A fish on the line! Jane replied:

 posted 2 days ago (Thursday, January 8) reply to lizzydoone's post #22

“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the spinners wheels,

And the knitting raths outgrabe.


Guess what I did?

 reply to Sheepishgranny's post #23


“How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail?

He knits the waters of the Nile

Into each golden scale.


How cheerfully he seems to grin

With needles in his claws

And pulls each length of yarn along

With gently smiling jaws.


Now thoroughly warmed up and well oiled, Jane replied:

 posted 1 day ago (Friday, January 9) reply to lizzydoone's post #24


Awesome, Lynne… This is fun


“The Walrus and the Carpenter

Were stepping out a piece;

They wept like anything to see

Such quantities of fleece.

‘If this were ours, we wouldn’t care,

We’d spin it in the grease.’


‘If seven maids with seven wheels

Spun it for half a year,

Do you suppose,’ the Walrus said,

‘That they could get it clear?’

‘I doubt it,’ said the Carpenter,

And shed a bitter tear.


Wow! Hard act to follow. And yet…

 posted 1 day ago (Friday, January 9) reply to Sheepishgranny's post #25


“Twinkle, twinkle, mystery batt,

I won you from a door prize hat.


I wonder what with you to ply.

Will you felt? Will I cry?


If so above the world you’ll fly,

Like a tea tray in the sky.”


Volley received and returned:

posted about 9 hours ago, edited about 9 hours ago, reply to lizzydoone's post #26


“Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Were knitting up a storm.

The snows were mounting ‘gainst the house

And they wanted to be warm.


Tweedledum said Tweedledee

Had swiped his nice new needles…

So furiously did they battle then;

T’was the end of the two Tweedles…”


And probably of their needles………..


 With this last volley I take the playing field to my blog where more can enjoy this wordy feast, and maybe even join the game.

 posted less than a minute ago,  reply to Sheepishgranny's post #27


“Speak roughly to your allergies

and beat them when they sneezes

They only does it to annoy

Because they knows it teases.


Alpaca, cashmere, goats ahoy!

They all gives me the wheezes.

But I can thoroughly enjoy

the silk worm when it pleases.


And even so I love to toy

With Blue-Faced Leicester fleeces.”

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