FROM THE IVORY TOWERS
There is hope.
A thing is only a thing when it is thinging to be sure BUT...
As far as I can make out young students begin to understand that they are but mere "things" in this education game. But ...
As a "human resource" they search for more.
As I understand it now a "thing is only a thing when it is thinging" but what then when a thing refuses to thing all the time?
"Ask me...how do I feel,
ReplyDeleteAsk me now that we’re cosy and clinging!
Well, sir, all I can say
Is if I were a bell I’d be ringing !
From the moment we kissed tonight
That’s the way I just got to behave
Boy, if I were a lamp I’d light!
And if I were a banner I’d wave
Ask me how do I feel
Little me with my quiet upbringing
Well, sir, all I can say
Is if I were a gate I’d be swinging !
And if I were a watch I’d start
Popping my spring...
Oh, if I were a bell
I’d go ding-dong-ding-dong-ding
Ask me how do I feel
From this chemistry lesson I’m learnin’
Yeah, chemistry!
Well, sir, all I can say
Is if I were a bridge
I’d be burning
Yes, I’d do, my moral would crack
From the wonderful way that you look
Boy, if I were a duck I’d quack!
And if I were a goose I’d be cooked!
Ask me how do I feel
Ask me now that we’re fondly caressing
Oh, if I were a salad
I know I’d be splashing my dressing
Ask me how to describe
This whole beautiful thing
Oh, if I were a bell
If I were a bell
Oh, if I were a bell
I’d go ding-dong-ding-dong
ding-dong-ding-dong-ding!"
And no doubt, if I were a thing I'd be thinging.
But I think I'm more than just a thing - I'm ME.
So I'd better get on meing.
I would like to hear you SING that one me old Anticant.
ReplyDeleteEspecially after a few drams in the Snug.
BTW : If you want to go on "meing" best you go shopping.
And ding-dong to you, too.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember when the old arch-prude Mary Whitehouse kicked up a fuss about "My Ding-a-Ling" because she sniffed obscene connotations? As my dear Aunt said, she had a really filthy mind.
As for shopping, I do most of it online these days, as even a trip to the local Waitrose sets me back into a nasty state of exhaustion.
And thanks, Ben, mine's a large glass of Beaujolais.
I thwought I swaw a puddy-cat, and that just made me want to thing a thong. All the twime. Incwredible!
ReplyDeleteANON : This has nothing to do with Fulham Football Club.
ReplyDeletePlease do not confuse the main issues.