Daily Archives: September 7, 2016

Winkle, Twinkle and Nod

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Winkle, Twinkle and Nod one night
Went to the pub for a drink
On a scorching summer evening
So hot they couldn’t think
So they took three seats by the edge of the cliff
These old companions three
but the heat sent Nod into sleepy land
Then he fell in the rippling blue sea
“Oh No! No fishing net have we”
Said Winkle
And Twinkle
And Nod sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, and got eaten by the fishes; who weren’t used to the beer, and they died, they did.

Winkle and Twinkle wept fat tearsgoldfish-30837_1280
until their eyes were red
Then Twinkle said, in a tinkly tone
“I want to laugh instead,”
so he clowned around and he flapped his arms
‘Til their faces glowed with glee
Then he fell in the rippling blue sea
“No fishing net! Oh my! Oh Me!”
Said Winkle
And Tinkle sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, and got eaten by the fishes; who weren’t used to the beer, and they died, they did.

Winkle wept for his Twinkly palgoldfish-30837_1280
Until his face was blue
All alone ‘neath the starry sky
Not knowing what to do
‘Till his eye happened on a shapely girl
and he slurred “Come home with me,”
And she pushed him in the rippling sea.
The water whispered “Goodness me!
And winkle sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, but the surviving fishes had been watching their little fishy friends dying from alcohol poisoning and they were wise to it, so they didn’t eat Tinkle, and they lived happily ever after, they did – isn’t that nice.

Moral: if you’re a fish, don’t taste your dinner until a few other fishes have tried it first – and survived to swim away.

With apologies to the estate of Eugene Fleld, author of Wynken, Blynken and Nod.

Written for The Daily Post #Twinkle

 

©Jane Paterson Basil