Ragged Trolls. With large noses they sniff out the unique. With beady eyes they alight upon the interesting. With wide mouths they gorge themselves on the absurd.
Some of us Ragged Ramblers are like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, except rather than arguing over rattles we tend to squabble over maps and tea cakes. I myself am like the Clever Caterpillar. Not because I am wise, but simply because my skin has a dreadful green tinge to it. But that's what comes of being dead I suppose.
Ragged Trolls.
ReplyDeleteWith large noses they sniff out the unique.
With beady eyes they alight upon the interesting.
With wide mouths they gorge themselves on the absurd.
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee personified! Perfect.
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Dear Tom Stephenson,
ReplyDeleteWe are Tweedles indeed!
Dear The Yellow Fringe,
ReplyDeleteAu contraire, we blush at such flattery!
Some of us Ragged Ramblers are like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, except rather than arguing over rattles we tend to squabble over maps and tea cakes. I myself am like the Clever Caterpillar. Not because I am wise, but simply because my skin has a dreadful green tinge to it. But that's what comes of being dead I suppose.
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