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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

 

It's a pheasant plucking life!

Chris supplied the following tongue twister a few posts ago:

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's son
I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker comes

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
I'm only plucking pheasants
Cos the pheasant plucker's late

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!

I'm enchanted, especially as I always thought there was only one verse. (It's always nice when you discover new verses to something you know, yes?) Suddenly the little ditty looks infinitely expandable. So, to ensure that everyone's tongue gets tangled, I've added some verses of my own.

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's proxy
I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker stops me

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's aunt
I'm only plucking pheasants
Cos the pheasant plucker can't

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's man
I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker can

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's master
I'm only plucking pheasants
So the pheasants get plucked faster

That last particularly twisty verse was contributed by my boyfriend, credit where it's due. Subsequently I mentioned this game to my friend Claire Bott - link here to buy a book she wrote as a tie-in the Time Hunter series, any Dr Who fans) - and she came up with another one:

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend
I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucking ends

- which is admirable, I think.

Reflecting on the huge amount of help this pheasant plucker seems to be getting led me to the following conclusion:

I'm not the pheasant plucker
But the pheasant plucker's lazy
I'm only plucking pheasants
Cos the pheasant plucker pays me

Which is all I can think of for now. So come along, everyone in the pool. Who's got a new verse they'd like to contribute?

Comments:
(this version is only to be used on Talk-Like-a-Pirate-Day)

Arr!
I be pluckin' the captain's pheasant
And this hook don't be makin' the pheasant pluckin' pleasant
For the plunder he plucked, he forgot to share it
And what kind of captain has a pheasant for a parrot?
Arr!
 
Good grief! Very impressive. Have to say, I did not see that coming.

What on earth is talk-like-a-pirate-day?
 
Arr, missy. Ye never heard of Talk-Like-a-Pirate- Day?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Talk_Like_a_Pirate_Day
 
My word. You learn something new every day!

(Or should that be something along the lines of 'Why, by thunder, there be always something new upon the horizon?')

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's skipper
I'm only plucking pheasants
So the pheasants get plucked quicker

(Yes, all right, I'm plagiarising my boyfriend's verse there. Sorry. How about this:)

We bain't the pheasant plucker
We'm the pheasant plucker's crew
We'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucker do
 
I was the pheasant plucker
Now I break corn to bits
My life was plucking pheasant
And now it's shucking fit.

Doesn't quite work...
 
I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm a pheasant-plucking fox
I'm only plucking pheasants
Till he brings me some ducks.
 
I'm not the pheasant plucker
The pheasant plucker's dead
Pheasant plucking's horrid
So he shot himself instead!

Comment on the difficulties of primary producing in the modern world LOL
 
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