Sorry to kibbitz on a private conversation. Nowadays if you were to say "I live on an estate" in Britain, it might be interpreted as "I live in a sink estate of high-rise slums, yobs and crime." And of course "yard" in Britain implies the comcrete 10 sq yard strip behind a rundown terraced house.
BTW I love that song! and as for Peggy Lee: sublime.
I have a friend who goes by the nickname of Diddums. If you spoke to her in that fashion you wouldn't be allowed to play in either of our yards, lol. But, the song, I'm old enough to remember jumping rope and singing the song she is referring to. And Peggy Lee, I'll go with Viv on that one. Thanks for this, I have often used music lyrics as inspiration for writing material.
We are Siameeeze if you pleeeze..Ha!Yes it takes me back to childhood. God we're old Barbara!Brenda was only 10 in 1972.How can grown up people be this young I ask?:)
Glad you liked this...It's a bit Noel Coward I think
My mother ( a wonderful singer in her own right) taught me this song as a bitty thing...hadn't thought of it in years! Thoroughly enjoyed your twisted little take on it!
This reminds me of a 2-1/2 year old little girl and a 3 year old little girl, best buddies, who got into a fight on Friday... and no one knows why, lol. They are best friends again. I absolutely love this poem, inspired by Peggy Lee singing I Don't Wanna Play In Your Yard. Brilliant!
I think this is more your speed Derrick. Hope you like this one!
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Rall. Lovely voice, lovely harp bits, pity about the lyrics. Ya boo sucks!
ReplyDeleteBIG TENT POETRY PROMPT (A CONVERSATION)
ReplyDeleteI don't want to play in your yard
I live on an estate m'dear
We have grounds
And
A groundskeeper
I don't like you anymore
Don't be ridiculous
I am mature, talented and have good taste
Women find me adorable
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down your cellar door
The cellar is full of Chateau Lafitte
If one bottle is touched
I'll set the dogs on to you
You can't holler down my rain barrel
You can't climb my apple tree
The mindless antics that these colonials
indulge themselves in are absolutely deplorable
I don't want to play in your yard
cause you can't be good to me
Oh diddums,don't be so silly
Everyone knows I am fond of you
Sugar Plum
Sorry to kibbitz on a private conversation. Nowadays if you were to say "I live on an estate" in Britain, it might be interpreted as "I live in a sink estate of high-rise slums, yobs and crime." And of course "yard" in Britain implies the comcrete 10 sq yard strip behind a rundown terraced house.
ReplyDeleteBTW I love that song! and as for Peggy Lee: sublime.
I just wrote a comment, so if this is duplicated please delete it!
ReplyDeleteGee, Rall, was my acerbity the inspiration for this?! Whatever, I'm thrilled and honoured to be associated with such an imaginative creation.
Acerbity..Nah..it's the whiskers!
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't get better than this.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend who goes by the nickname of Diddums. If you spoke to her in that fashion you wouldn't be allowed to play in either of our yards, lol. But, the song, I'm old enough to remember jumping rope and singing the song she is referring to. And Peggy Lee, I'll go with Viv on that one. Thanks for this, I have often used music lyrics as inspiration for writing material.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Is this the guy who wrote 'How to win friends and influence people'...? :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think Derrick is a published author yet Stan!
ReplyDeleteI kept looking and looking for the poem, and alas I found it here in the comments! The search was worth it!
ReplyDeletehttp://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-tale.html
Did you know Peggie Lee wrote "He's a Tramp", Peg's song in Lady and the Tramp? And the cats' "We are Siamese". I loved those.
ReplyDeleteLove your song-conversation poems
(you might want to move or copy the poem out into the main post if you want the Tenters to find it)
We are Siameeeze if you pleeeze..Ha!Yes it takes me back to childhood. God we're old Barbara!Brenda was only 10 in 1972.How can grown up people be this young I ask?:)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked this...It's a bit Noel Coward I think
Ha - not what I was expecting, but what a great way to start the day!
ReplyDeleteMy mother ( a wonderful singer in her own right) taught me this song as a bitty thing...hadn't thought of it in years!
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed your twisted little take on it!
One word: Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThere is a madcap quality to this I find a delight to behold.
Rall this is a delightful poem and I remember that song too!
ReplyDeletePamela
We used to have a hand game that went with this song. I love the voice of your characters. You rose to the prompt and created a gem. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI like the poem. "You can't holler down my rain barrel/You can't climb my apple tree" sounds like something from an old blues song.
ReplyDeleteYou tell her, Rall! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a 2-1/2 year old little girl and a 3 year old little girl, best buddies, who got into a fight on Friday... and no one knows why, lol. They are best friends again. I absolutely love this poem, inspired by Peggy Lee singing I Don't Wanna Play In Your Yard. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteOne of my most favorite singers, though I'm partial to "Is that all there is?" Fun voice!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for your generous comments.
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