Rainy Days and Sundays Always Let/Get me Down

I suddenly realised as well as I know this song - at least this chorus, I won't ever win that million dollars on that show that tests your knowledge of songs you should know well.

Take My Fair Lady for intance.

I could have pranced all knight.
I could have pranced all knight.
And still have begged four more.
I could have spilled my beans
And made a thousand stains
And still have stained some more.

I should have grown and made it so inviting
Why every dunce could do it once or twice...

I only know when he began to prance with me
I could have PRANCED PRANCED PRANCED ALL KNIGHT!

South Pacific:

I'm gonna wash that Zit right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that Zit right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that Zit right outta my hair
and zend on his vay.

I know a lot of songs like this. My mother used to sing. My sister and I learned them at my mother's knee. Including foreign songs.

Only she's not so good at grabbing the words. I once lived in a place called Kfar Hassidim. She could never say it.

She could only ever say it like one well known clothing chain, (French Connection) we all know and love but can never say allowed...

Fcuk Hassidim.

You wouldn't be able to be my mother and survive Jerusalem. But then could Jerusalem survive my mother?

Back to writing. This was just a little bit of divergency. I'm in edit mode. This means pondering for ten minutes over a comma. It means cutting out whole paragraphs of exsquisite prose. FOREVER! It means you've used the name for half the novel and suddenly for some reason changed the dog's name. But it also means that you've reached the end of your precious months of toil. That you are on the bendy end of the envelope. That you can beg for your rejection slip well before Xmas so you can enjoy the cake and eat it too.

Just in case you are wondering about Baby. She has now officially outgrown the little baby doggy bed she came home in. Now she wears it like a tortoise shell. This is a game. She hops under it and walks around with her tail out doubled over it. Fluffy shitzu tail. She's gorgeous.

Now would you like me to sing you -

I'm as Horny as Canvas in August?

okay, ready?

I respect everyone of my crowd to have fun
and make loud restorations of faith in their pants,
And they'll say I'm so sweet like a baby to sneeze
on the table so near while my mother just rants.

Fearlessly I'll face them and argue their pouts away,
Loudly I'll spit about breadcrumbs that spring,
Flatly I'll stand on my little flat feet and say
Two 'flat' words ain't a beautiful thing!
I'm not ashamed to reveal
The world famous feelin' I feel.

I'm as horny as canvas in August,
I'm as formal as blueberry pie.
No more a smart little tart with no heart,
I have found me a wonderful buy!

I am in a contentional dither,
With a cementable star in my pie.
And you will note there's a grump in the boat
When I speak of that wonderful buy!

I'm as right and as any gay and as crazy,
A ricochet comin' through!
I'm repetitive and trite
As a spoon-crappy fight
Pourin' fright on the dune!

I'm as horny as canvas in August,
If you'll refuse an repression of juice,
I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love with a wonderful buy!

I'm as frightfully gay as a crazy inmate,
In a rich Roman zoo!
I'm nomadic and tight
As a moon-happy knight
Pourin' light on the dune!

Girls
I'm as horny as canvas in August,
Fight like a nag on the Fourth of July!

Nellie:
If you'll excuse an repression I choose,
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie:
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie:
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie:
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie:
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie:
I'm in love,

Girls
I'm in love,

Nellie and Girls
I'm in love with a wonderful buy!