Father William

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Monday, July 25. 2005

Father William

Having a wacky person like William in my cell group (non-terrorist in nature lar) reminds me of this favourite childhood poem. I liked it so much that I memorised it in a jiffy. And recite it whenever I need something silly to cheer me up. Still remember some parts of it today. I like it because it rhymes, catchy and is downright funny!

I feel for Father William and am tickled pink by his response to the constant bombardment of silly questions from his pesky son. I like poems that crack me up and there are not too many of those around.

Will, this is for you!

Father William

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--
Pray what is the reason for that?"

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling a box--
Allow me to sell you a couple?"

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
What made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.

By Lewis Carroll
Nice poem... hope my kids won't recite it to me at my old age..
~ Will
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