Morning folks, it’s 9.40 am Saturday morning here in the land of Oz. I’m starting today with a contribution to the Weekend Funny Challenge with a clever take on a rhyme that most heard in their childhood.
It seems there is a slight flaw in the idea of this rhyme which has a rather negative impact on the character in question as you can see.
Image courtesy of IFLScience
Unload and Unwind 
I think it is just the right mix of funny, adorable and witty! Nice!
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When I saw it I just stopped and thought – oh well of course should he ever actually gain altitude to jump over the moon coming home would be a whole other set of problems. 😀
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hahahaha poor cow.
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Oh yeah now I’m fond of barbecue but that would be a whole new level of flame grilled beef. 😉
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whenever you feel too lazy too cook, nature can do it for you :p
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That’s mother nature for you always willing to lend a hand, of course when she’s riled things go a little differently. You know with all the smiting through fire and flood.
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oh yes! And wind, rain, snowstorms…oh Mother Nature…
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🙂
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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
Saying ‘Bugger convention, I have no intention
Of coming back any time soon.
For I’ve toiled and I’ve moiled chewing cud till it roiled
And dutifully filled up those tanks,
But job satisfaction requires interaction
And you lot don’t even say “thanks”’.
With a leap and a bound she was up off the ground
And away with a swish of her tail,
And from that day to this not a squirt or a hiss
Of fresh milk went into a pail.
But though shock and confusion ensued in profusion
The answer is simple enough –
Unless you acknowledge the milk on your porridge
The cow will depart in a huff.
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This is hilarious – I hope you don’t mind but I’ve put this in for the Weekend Challenge, thanking you and having a link to your site. I also included the original song at the end of the post just to round out the little theme we had going there. Is this an original piece by you? I so let me know and apart from thanking you for the rhyme I’ll show you as the author of the piece itself. Jenni. The link to the post is: https://jenniferann1970.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/we-seem-to-be-on-a-roll-here/
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I’m delighted that you’ve put it in! And yep, it’s mine. A sort of writer’s doodle.
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Excellent then I’ll edit it in now. Thanks
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Utter devastation … Get utter:)
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chortle 😀
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How is the land down under…btw can you trace your ancestors to those first British who immigrated to Australia? Just asking
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My mothers family is 1st generation Irish Australian and traces it’s line from mother to daughter going back generations.
My grandmother held the family archives passed from oldest daughter to oldest daughter. She skipped passing them to mum but left them to me as the oldest daughter of her oldest daughter.
It’s easy to trace the line back about 1/2 century but beyond that the records are leaner but the legacy of the Old Ways [service to the goddess] has references going back another couple of hundred years but I couldn’t definitively say that was 100% accurate.
I believe it is but as the births/deaths/marriages etc were not really recorded back that far there are holes in the time line. It is true that some of the texts and books of rituals etc date back a VERY long way.
It is sad that some were apparently lost during the witch burning in Ireland but enough was saved and hidden to pass on to the next generation. But what was lost cannot be replaced as they were handwritten journals and accounts of practice.
I’m the first oldest daughter in the history of our family tree not to have a daughter of my own. In a way I’m glad my grandmother has passed as it would have been upsetting for her to see the direct line break. My sister however does have a girl so I will be leaving the material to her.
My fathers family is 2nd generation Welsh Australian but he can trace his line through his fathers side back to the bastard son of Henry the VIII’s mistress Nell. On his mothers side we see Welsh/Scottish but can only trace back about 3 generations.
So I guess that makes me and Anglo/Celt Australian by bloodline but I see myself as Australian.
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I thought way way way long ago the settlers of Australia were English citizens who were forced to leave England. The people the kings and queens wanted to get rid of… Any I go how your family landed up there? Your fathers side obviously… Being the kings little mistake but why on your moms side…
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… and that is how you make beef patties.
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😀
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In re the cow jumping over the moon — giggle,giggle! Thanks.
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It is chortle worthy:)
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