Well, that’s not how I planned to spend the evening!

28 Jun

We had some interesting adventures today. I give you, the Charge of the Pain’d Brigade, with apologies to Lord Tennyson Alfred or whoever it was, who must surely be rolling in his grave:


Half an hour, half an hour,

Half an hour more,

All in the valley of Fried Chicken

Rode the first one.

“Forward the roasting pan!

Start on the chicken!” Mom said.

Into the valley of Pain

Rode the first one.

“Forward the ice water!”

There was a man dismay’d.

Not tho’ the siblings knew

Their sister had blunder’d.

Theirs not to question how,

Theirs not to question why

Theirs but to take heed and caution.

Into the valley of Pain

Rode the burnt one.

Clothesline to right of Maisy,

Clothesline to left of Maisy,

Wasp in front of her.

Volley’d and thunder’d,

Storm’d with stinger and venom,

Boldly she ran and well.

Away from the jaws of Death,

Away from the stingers from Hell,

Ran the next one.

Flash’d all the yard implements bare,

The mower growled as it turn’d in grass,

Sabring the clovers there

Charging an army while

All the wasps wondered.

Plunged in the cut-grass haze

Right thro’ the line they broke.

Human and wasp

Reel’d from the stinger stroke

Shatter’d and sunder’d

Then Mom came inside:

Another one stung.

Wasp to right of Maisy,

Wasp to left of Mom,

Oven behind me.

Volley’d and thunder’d’

Storm’d at with sting and burn

While mother and sisters fell,

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death

Into the mouth of Pain.

All that was left of us,

Left of out nerves.

When can this misery fade?

O the wild cries we made!

All the spared ones wondered.

Learn from the injuries we gain’d,

Learn from the melted ice,

 Noble Uninjured four.

Or, in short, I burned a tail-less whale onto my hand while making fried chicken, Maisy got stung by a wasp on her shoulder, and Mom’s eye is swollen shut, also due to a wasp sting. How brilliantly fun.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go add more ice to my bread pan of water. Sigh.

Happy weekend!


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