31 March 2017

Published March 29, 2017 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Plagiarized Poetry with Apologies to Lewis Carroll

Word Count: 100




The sun shone on the Med,

Twas shining with all its might.

The sea was wet as wet can be.

Rusty-Drain and Pinky walked hand in hand,

Shuffling through quantities of violet sand.

“If only it were cleared away,” said Pinky. “Wouldn’t it be grand?”


“The time has come,” said red-nosed Rusty,

“To speak of many things:

Of poems—purple pygmies—and joy buzzers—

Of snake-proof boots and strings—

And why the Arkansas is boiling hot—

And whether pachyderms have wings.”


“O Rusty-dear,” whined Pinky, shedding bitter tears.  

“We’ve had a pleasant run

“Alas, wee whoopee cushion have I none.”



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103 comments on “31 March 2017

  • Dear Rochelle

    Yay! You have joined the Quirky Writers’ Club. Welcome to the land of weird, which I’ve inhabited for a long time.

    Funnily enough, I hold Lewis Carroll responsible for my love of quirk and for my inability to write anything normal (thank you, Mother for those original hardback copies of Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass). As a child, I desperately wanted to meet the Walrus. There was such a wonderful illustration of him in the book. As for the Mad Hatter … I would have relished the opportunity to meeting him, too, and attempt to out-talk him and outwit him!

    Your poem Is such fun. I see that Rusty-Drain is ominously silent, as yet. Perhaps he is lost for words … for once 😉

    All best wishes

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    • Dear Sarah,

      My friend and I had to memorize portions of The Walrus and the Carpenter for a High School production of Alice in Wonderland where we played Tweedledee and Tweedledum. I was Tweedledee because I could pronounce, “Contrariwise” and Suzie couldn’t.
      I envy you your books. And I thank you for the intro to the Quirky Writers’ Club. I’m honored as well as honoured. 😉

      I’m certain Rusty-Drain will have something clever to say…I’m counting on both of them actually. They’ve both had it coming for a long time. And the time has come. 😀

      I’m so pleased you enjoyed it.

      Thank you.



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    • Dear Rommy,

      I figured some of this would go over a few heads. If you read the comments I pictured from last week it might help you to understand.
      My love of purple has been an ongoing subject for many. Russell has taken more than a few potshots so his comeuppance is long overdue. 😉 Indeed…lots of affection in my heart for these two. 😉
      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.




  • This was indeed most fun, most fun indeed!
    Must be something in the air, I’m reading a book called “Aliss” which is a Quebec take on Alice in Wonderland… will be beyond weird, I can tell!
    As for these two… 😛 Methinks it is a proper poke of fun

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  • I’m quite sure I saw a pink elephant fly once, but there could have been extenuating circumstances. I remember the bus at the beginning of this little “Friday Fictioneers” adventure. I knew at that time it would be a fun, if not chaotic, adventure. Well done Oh Purple One, and for the bus riders, keep bringing on the puns. Lol.

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    • Dear Jan,

      I’ve no doubt you’ve see a few flying elephants in your day. Yep, it started with the bus. If he thinks he’s getting his joy-buzzer back, he’s got another think coming. 😉 Pun, fun and wordplay is the name of the game. Thank you mi esposo.




  • Now I’m wondering if dear Rusty’s wee whoopee cushion went away with his oversized shoes, and he’s somewhere trying to dance around angry snakes in naked feet. One should never get on the bad side of wee giants, especially purple ones with access to words–I’ve heard their pens are sharp and their memories long, long, long…

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  • Ah, I love the Walrus and the Carpenter.
    ‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
    To talk of many things:
    Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
    Of cabbages — and kings’
    The rhythm of those words and the imagery always worked their magic on me. Though I always felt so sorry for the poor little oysters – eaten every one.
    Lovely riff on the poem, Rochelle, and you put those two miscreants in their places, good and proper. Love how you fitted all of that in – from whoopee cushions to flying elephants – and still made it scan! Fantastic.
    You really made me smile 🙂

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  • Oh, Rochelle, I just came across another blogger who posted gorgeous purple pictures and I had to tell you about it! It’s today’s post at thomasbward.com, “A Past-due Purple Post.” Maybe he’s a cousin of yours?

    To make things even better, this is a prof of psychology — which means that if you’re having issues in your relationships with other bloggers, he may be able to help you sort them out. 😉

    For some idiotic reason, when I was done reading this post, the question popped into my head, “What might Freud have made of Lewis Carroll’s writing?” Your whimsical mood must be contagious.

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    • Dear Christine,

      Just as I suspected. The most well-adjusted folk are purple lovers. I will have to check his out. No relation that I know of other than sharing good taste in color. 😉

      Now you have me wondering what Freud would’ve made of Lewis Carroll’s writing. No doubt something to do with his mother.

      After last week’s darkness deluge, a little whimsy could be just what the analyst ordered. Thank you for coming by.




  • Dear Louise Clairol,
    Alas, poor Pinky and I find ourselves dangling on a spit and skewered over open flames. I hope he doesn’t drip too much and cause my red nose to run. Even Dean Martin would be envious of the roasting you’ve presented here.

    I shall return as soon as I get the violet sand flushed from my eyes.


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  • If this were only cleared away, he said, it would be grand.
    I have always loved that line, so typical of those pessimists who cannot look at anything without finding the negative.
    Very funny departure from your normal style!

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  • Congratulations, Louise. No two guys were more deserving than Rusty Nail and Pink Elephant. The poem has an everlasting quality — Tuck’s Everlasting, that is.

    Five out of five suppositories — regular AND menthol.


    • Dear Preparation Wm Q,

      Are you comparing Pinky and me to hemorrhoids? You look like a scratch-n-sniff kinda guy to me. Remind me to wear gloves the next time we shake hands.



  • Fanjaberwockytastic!
    “It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
    “To play them such a trick,
    After we’ve blogged them out so far,
    And made them comment so quick!”
    The Carpenter said nothing but
    “My download speed is too quick!”

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    • Dear Subroto,
      My smile is so broad it hurts.
      And my joy is coming in spurts.
      Pinky and Rusty-Drain are deserving
      So I dished ’em up an extra serving.
      I’m happy that you happened by
      With kind words for my poetic try.
      Thank you.



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  • Hi Rochelle! I love nonsense poetry. Edward Lear is my favourite, but Lewis Carroll is a classic. In fact my next historical novel’s main character is a woman who writes children’s nonsense poems and draws the images, too, under a male pseudonym, but it’s still in early stages.
    Nice rhythm to your flash, although I’m not too sure I know what it’s about, but I’m not supposed to, am I?
    Mine’s a little melancholic this week. Alice isn’t in her best spirits, but luckily she has Billy…

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    • Dear Luccia,

      If you caught Russell Gayer’s blog last week you might get it. He and CEAyr who also has a blog called AnElephantCant have written stories poking fun at me. I figured it was my turn. If you read through my comments and the screenshot I posted of their comments from last week, it might shed some light on my poem. A bit of whimsical esoterica. 😉 I’m glad you enjoyed in any event. 😉

      Thank you.



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    • Dear Fatima,

      First, thank you for the lovely photo. As you can see, it inspired a variety of stories.
      Admittedly, the intent of my poem is likely to go over a few heads. At least it made a direct hit on the ‘targets.’ Thank you.



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  • Querida Rochelle,
    I wish I could be as humorously clever as the others before me, but sadly, I am not.
    I guess I should just say … I agree with all of the above comments and will leave it at, well done. I had a fun time reading your story and the hilarious comments. Smiling and a bit of chuckling going on here.
    Con carino y abrazos … Shalom
    Isadora 😎

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    • Querida Isadora,

      This was great fun for me…a bit of a stretch…and also a bit of a respite. I’m glad you it made you smile. The comments are more fun than the writing, aren’t they? Gracias.

      Abrazos y shalom,


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  • Fantastic again, Rochelle. I loved The Walrus and the Carpenter when I was a child but at that age didn’t think it was nonsense at all, it made perfect sense to me, as though it were a factual news item. In fact it makes more sense than some of today’s news as well.

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    • Dear Michael,

      I had to learn The Walrus and the Carpenter when I played Tweedledee in a HS productin of Alice in Wonderland. Great fun. And you’re right, it makes far more sense the world around us. Thank you. 😀




    • Dear Stephanie,

      One of the things that roped me in immediately with Friday Fictioneers (that I haven’t really seen with other blog challenges) is the camaraderie of this global community. (I didn’t create it…I inherited it from another writer). Since Russell and CEAyr have poked a lot of fun at me it was high time to poke back. 😉 All in friendship, love and fun. I’m glad you enjoyed it, too. Thank you for taking the time to say so. 😀




  • I loved The Walrus and the Carpenter when I was a child but at that age didn’t think it was nonsense at all, it made perfect sense to me, as though it were a factual news item. Dear Sarah Ann,
    This one was great fun to write…I’m glad you enjoyed it, too.


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