Sunday, April 01, 2012

The Rodent Not Taken, Or Sometimes Frost Really Burns

Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous beastie.

The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft agley

(from To a Mouse by Robert Burns)

When I esmoused my no plan philosophy, I didn't expect it to affect the Chronicle, but what the hell. Gang aft agley and all that, and just try working that one into your next conversation. I'd guess the scorn really burns for that.

But I will plow on nonetheless, and hay! Why not, though I may wander far afield with furrowed brow and lass of dark hair. Or is that glass of dark ale? Either'd be good for what ales me, else I could take 2 pilseners and call you in the morning.

I was up all night fondly looking at old photographs and feeling quite nostalgic. I finally had to give up around four in the morning so I said "Goodnight sweet prints" and went to bed.

Then today my friend Tim Morris and his best buddy Rich came over with their newest garage sale find, a cow made of tin. Somehow less than an hour later they disappeared and though I looked everywhere I couldn't find them. When the doorbell rang I was quite surprised as I don't have a doorbell, but I answered the door anyway.

A group of five of my friends stood there Timless and unenRiched. "What gives?" I asked.

"We seek them, cow tin, Tim Morris and bestie."

"Well gang, have you searched fore and aft as well as agley?"

"No!" they shouted in unison and turned and left.

This piece of April foolishness was designed to serve as my annual Wilbur Post, more to amuse than to Mr. Edify, of course of course.

As for what I did to Mr. Burns' words, I sincerely apologize, but after all I could spend the rest of my life apologizing to Messrs Merriam and Webster for the Chronicle as a whole.

I won't though.

Copyright © 2012 thehumorsmithchronicle


  1. This one just might be over my head. I think I need to read it a few more times. Have a great week. And good night, sweet prints. 

  2. Uh oh. If you, my literate friend are lost, I may have jumped the shark. Think Robert Burns' "To a Mouse" and see if that helps.

  3. Oh, I think Mr. Burns would have a hearty laugh at this one~