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annwfynI've been reading through a bunch of Story Teller magazines I bought off ebay. I've been wallowing in nostalgia over some of the stories and poems that I loved as a kid, and am now throwing them onto my livejournal to share the joy...
Recipe
If I tell you this tale you might wince,
It concerns an odd mixture for mince,
Made from dog's teeth and tails
By a witch from North Wales
In a pot with a pattern of chintz.
You take pigs ears and lemons and cheese.
And the wings and the stings from queen bees,
Some frogs live and frisky,
A cupful of whisky,
Some slugs and a few black-eyed peas.
Boil it an hour or two,
Season with essence of shrew;
If it turns out too salty,
The frogs must be faulty -
There's nothing at all you can do
(Except throw out the whole beastly brew!)
Is anyone else amused? Or is it just me?
Recipe
If I tell you this tale you might wince,
It concerns an odd mixture for mince,
Made from dog's teeth and tails
By a witch from North Wales
In a pot with a pattern of chintz.
You take pigs ears and lemons and cheese.
And the wings and the stings from queen bees,
Some frogs live and frisky,
A cupful of whisky,
Some slugs and a few black-eyed peas.
Boil it an hour or two,
Season with essence of shrew;
If it turns out too salty,
The frogs must be faulty -
There's nothing at all you can do
(Except throw out the whole beastly brew!)
Is anyone else amused? Or is it just me?
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