Thursday, November 4, 2010



There was a young lady called Mary
Who always liked men who were hairy.
When their whiskers were waving
She felt like behaving
In a way that they found really scary!
See my blog of 11/1/10 for details of this alphabetical meme.
And an old one for good measure.
What a wondrous word is Widdershins!
It makes it very clear
That it means 'going the wrong way';
It once meant 'anticlockwise'
Or going 'against the sun',
But I associate it with wind
When it's having a bit of fun.
It can widdershin the scudding clouds
Across a blustery sky
It can widdershin the breeze-blown trees
When their branches scrape the sky.
It can widdershin our neat-combed hair
Till it blows across our faces,
And none of our careful coiffured 'bits'
Are staying in their places!
It can whip stray hairs into our eyes!
Then, when we think it's easing,
It can suddenly blow the other way
To prove that it was teasing!
It's good to follow a well-worn path
And to be neat and obey.
But oh the joy of Widdershins
When we get blown away!


eyeography said...

The limerick is awesome..

Rajlakshmi said...

interesting write... loved the one on Whiskers :D

Tweety said...

wow..nature at its best.. :) and i loved the whiskers...

Shalmalee.... said...

Loved the whiskers :)

Vinay Leo R. said...

hehe :D the guys must be petrified of Hairy Mary.. but what a woman :D